Breathe in -aspire
breathe out -expire
my aspiration knows no expiration.
With each sunset
there be -sunrise awaits
and therein lies my expiation.
Here in a downy refuge lay,
this germinant resolve:
what I wasI no longer am.
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Like the expressions in this one. Especially the 'downy refuge'. Read mine - Brush Strokes - Adeline