My thanks goes to Agape Review for publishing another one of my poems:
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Resynthesis
Like a breath that comes and goes by
never to be seen or cuddled
not here but in Heaven one day
where all the breaths are collected.
All the lives that flutter close by
His mane. His throne. All the breaths add
their own piece and their own peace. Little
threads of golden life fuse with the breaths
giving new lives, new liberties.
New choruses for all mornings.
Stephen Paul Wren