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Breath
Elizabeth Karamura |
Along a road, my feet wander
as dusty as the roads in the countryside.
The wind blows,
refreshing my memory forcing my nostrils to explore the fresh air,
A breath!
With one breath; some survive others die
A breath!
gasped for, needed in times of fear and joy,
a sign of frustration or contentment
A beauty in its own way
a treasure in the early hours and late hours
In times of death in times of satisfaction
A breath!
taken and given with all aims
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