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A single breath - did carry heft (265)
A single breath - did carry heft
of every winter day.
And what was left - he gave to Death -
and then he went his way.
Salt rivers rushed on every face -
his body - it was still.
And yet, his soul was full of grace -
like early daffodil.
© I. D. Brannan
of every winter day.
And what was left - he gave to Death -
and then he went his way.
Salt rivers rushed on every face -
his body - it was still.
And yet, his soul was full of grace -
like early daffodil.
© I. D. Brannan
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