AIR
Breeze, die. Kiss or cry all possible cause there's AIR there.
Apparently, all adults lie. No care, because there is AIR there.
Does the AIR care. Now he's past here.
Gravity or the forces of universal law draw or subtract.
Take back to black, infinitely grasped.
No care, no care. No care.
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Comments
such a short yet powerful poem. i loved it.Â
thank you, appreciate it :)
Intriguing write my friend, well written.Â
many thanks friend.