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We breathe air
without knowing it’s there for us
Until there is shortage of air
or short of breath
We live by love
caring, kissing and hugging
Still need to question
do we have enough luck
to keep it or feel it every moment
Wind argues with trees and flowers
leaving rustling behind
but sleeks through air quickly
We argue with each other
leaving memory echo somewhere
with others
trying to reflect what they couldn’t
Cloud tugs the heart from within
Holds and dissolves transparently
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