Linda Moore - .Inhale

High on the Natural, all else pales
In the splendor of feeling, inhale
The breath going out, it commences
A balm, soothing the senses

Winter painted a picture on the window pane
Enjoying this half eaten Candy Cane
A roaring fire, the smell of Knotty Pine
In the luxury of feeling I incline

Heart is humming a merry tune
With all that is good I commune

Linda Moore

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