Love Poem: Breathlet
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Written by: Rob Browne

Breathlet

Source breath from droplets
Saturate a desert far beyond closed eyes
Net of trickle capsules beryline
Downward melting dunes reveal
A soft edged citadel
Wobbling stones malleable on gaze
Domed in sun with eyes as satellites
Centred, still and clear

Bands of nomadic virtues
Cascading round green crystal urns
Grain worn skulls of vultures sit
In the shade of cooling blue hued ferns

Pansphere curving inward
Calm crest mists and sheens
The bowl's song permeates the mountain
Sweeps away the gathered leaves