From your night skies
Both near, and distant
My breath bears their gift
In this time
Of peaceful presence
The depths of ambition
Are settled to rest
I taste the fruits, and the spices
From your abundant fields
At home; also during absence
My breath stills their passions
As of now
Before dreams, and waking
The pleasures of being
Thus borne, and given
I see colours, of creations
From your petals; your pigments
Coloured with love, and desire
My breath welcomes all
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