just breathe. breath cannot
carry worries. breath dissolves
all things into quiet.
in.
out.
breathe.
by the river the crows
caw and the sheep across the water
bleat softly,
calling out to the dusk: 'Baa, descend.
Burn down the day's
ruins.'
smoothly
smoothly
the stream flows.
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