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 Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this: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. 🙂