Born during a Breeze

By: Laura Viera A
Photos: Nessa Twix

I was born during a breeze
filled with color, radiant, magnificent.
Life simply poured down from it.
A strong will to live.


Photo: Nessa Twix
© all rights reserved.

It didn’t really mattered how strong the wind blew
or in what direction it came from…
The flower raimained strong, standing there.

Moons went slowly by,
stars came and went as well,
rain drops fell and drowned the Earth as need be
And the flower just stood there.

Hot air as lingering,
a cold breeze was also lingering near by.
Soft air made the esmerald body shiver in distress from time to time.

We always forget or let go of some truths..
We never find time to ask
the red dust about empires passed away;
And the flower just stood there.

It was a constant reminder of treating each other with love,
dignity and compassion…
vibrant, healthy and alive.

To not wait to hear that sickness had arrived
and dying to love someone
the way they were meant to be loved.


Photo: Nessa Twix
© all rights reserved.

The strong flower that was born in a breeze,
a constant reminder
to let them know that beauty was inside always,
to see and find beauty in body and soul.

 


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