violet meadow
Thursday, 26 June 2014
Breath
The untouchable air unravels from the lungs.
You're mouth fills up from oxygen from the trees.
A living nature everyone needs.
As you breathe the final breath you slowly fall and flail.
Into a world with no air to inhale.
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