Breathing II

There is a peace here 
that I feel nowhere else

it descends and envelops
like a gentle breeze through grass

clouds of fuschia
hang above, plump and soft,

the trees sway lightly
the wind dances on the loch

all I hear are bees and birds, the 
whisper of the trees -

this breath of life brings 
healing, breathes heartsease.
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