poems on the inhale July 27, 2017by heather anne a wild wind rushes in through the window on the inhale, stars pass between my lips and consume me Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
So vivid and I can picture exactly what your imagining in your expression. When you exhale all the worries in life just go away and joy enters. I really love this poem by you. 🙂 Reply
Yes, it certainly does. By the way, Heather. I posted this poem yesterday. It’s a very comical, funny, and you’ll laugh hard when you read it. Trust me. 🙂
Some call it red 
And on the exhale? Smiles.
haven’t gotten that far yet… 🙂
Smiles. I wait on your breath.
So vivid and I can picture exactly what your imagining in your expression.
When you exhale all the worries in life just go away and joy enters. I really love this poem by you. 🙂
It always comes back to the breath 😉 xo
Yes, it certainly does.
By the way, Heather. I posted this poem yesterday. It’s a very comical, funny, and you’ll laugh hard when you read it. Trust me. 🙂