Enticing Fresh Air through My Veins

Fresh air through my veins

Thrashing the winds

Swirling down through my veins,

Caressing, revitalizing

Parts without reach,

Empowering each red cells’

strength to increase.

 

Crescendo, explosion of

Colour in cheeks,

Winter’s cold chilling wins

No blast away ills

Standing, enticed

has Mind, Body and Soul.

 

Been entranced to this river

As it caresses its’ rocks,

Trickling o’er boulders

Not yet to full size.

Yet still mystical powers

how strength healing within.

 

© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2012

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