Poem -
Gasp
The first minute of life
four
plus one
twelve revolutions
of figures of eight
around my inner sun
red glow radiating
sending rockets to the moon
each exploration
a treasure hunt
scanning my universe
for a sign of life
and it's there
every time
this divine breath
never returns void
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Oh this is brilliant too! Excellent write!
Thank you my dear Cosmo friend 🙏
SHALOM 💜
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