The heart of a soul is passion,
It’s pulsation- action,
Flooding the veins of our future.
The fire of beauty is on fingertips.
Into such a powerful palate we dip-
A mind in the absence of ego
The wisdom of an exhale
Is cradled in the inhale,
Breathe drawn in from
A gentle breeze of thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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