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I BREATHE

Here I breathe and drink the air of poetry

drowned in unquenched flames, and trembling stars

falling in my lap, a deep sense of sweet unrest,

a beam on the human shore,

the essence of enrapture,

the fortunes of music and dance

that blossom, and bear my desire

the language, the odour of my heart.

May 2016-05-15. ©k.c.

A day at Romeleåsen in South Sweden .