WebbI am the light that can’t be shut out Uninvited, I seep through cracks I smile upon dirty windowpanes And guide you from your decaying black I am the phoenix rising from ashes I am the hunter, the drop, the seed I am the hope and faith in your void I am the breeze and all the little things I am Light and I won’t be destroyed WebbI am the breeze in the trees, I am the moving clouds above, I am the wind, dancing as I pass I am air; I am everywhere. I expand; I decompress; I warm; I cool; I am air; I am everywhere. I am the breathe in you, I am the swirling feeling in your stomach, I am the oxygen, encompassing every part of you. I am air; I am everywhere. I am in the ...

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WebbI wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales 1 and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way 2, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin 3 of a bay: WebbI am a ghost, a whispering shade, A fleeting memory that's never quite laid, A wisp of smoke that dances in the night, A gentle breeze that carries out of sight. I haunt the halls of ancient castles, My presence felt in eerie cackles, I wander through the forest's mist, A haunting presence you can't resist. I am the echo of a forgotten past, fanfare and flourishes curnow

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WebbI Am! By John Clare I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Webb21 dec. 2024 · The gust that danced between the leaves Accompanied the song of the twirling breeze A louder chorus of distant lands Of ancient ice and desert sands The … Webb13 apr. 2024 · in the breeze of gravity (I may fall) - 13/04/2024 gravityplays with me I hoveron the brinkof a fall do I holddo I cling . . . wellI'm not sure the tension –sometimes –is allI know a breeze blows by . . . I boband shake tremblewith the force but here I … fanfare and processional james d ployhar