In silence flows an undertow
A sigh of life unheard
A soft exhale we rarely hear
A breath beyond all words
Subtle movement in little things
Holding us without a sound
Carrying all through day and night
Secrets waiting to be found
Stoic Poetry
Exhale
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 