Like Air
I step out of a closet filling rooms,
Expanding ,
Against walls,
Through windows.
Pushing outward
Not knowing.
Rising like helium
Lifting birds, joining
Winds caught fragrances,
Growing towards
Dark same as light
Continuing to fill life
Like air.
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Beautiful
Can it be said,
That I am beautiful?
Or is that word eclipsed by
Images of rocks boldly standing,
Or the moon dancing on ripples
Of vast wild lakes.
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