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Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Poetry From Thinning Air

When heat is ever high and one's  breath is hard to take
What kind of poetry comes out  what verses will one make
I am completely tired out from trying to breathe in
Yet I know a peaceful place; I'm going deep within

Centering all my thoughts on crisper cooler air
I imagine all my being  enveloped over there
Seeing all the clouds as they come floating by
I hear angelic beings and let out a grateful sigh

Its hard to  understand these moments without  breath
But one can truly imagine  a shadow of one's death
Yet not for morbid reasons but because the air is thin
So I tap  into my  being and revive myself from  within

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