It Is . . . So Live

It is the breath-point in defiance of death;
It is the smile that brightens weary miles;
It is the pile of leaves raked while day;
It is the trial of the conscious thought;
It is the meanwhile between past and future;
It is the sacrament of this present moment.

Live.

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