enters into every cell and
brings us to restful peace.
When we breathe out
we feel how our tiredness,
weakness, our fear and anger
slowly escape the body.
Then
The disturbed mind sits in peace.
A poetic mind needs this peace.
(Pub. In PH On 08.10.2015)
(This was published by me in Micropoet under the name of my beloved mother Genova Maaa who passed away at the young age of 38. I published for a long time under this second name. i write to keep her memory alive as long as i live) .