The ground is bloody, with the scars of war.
God knows what we’re fighting for.
I can’t breathe, Air’s so thin,
Nothing to stop them closing in.
Category: society
NATURE’S BREATH, Poetry by Agata Pujsza
In nature’s breath
there is..
a kindness of all dimensions
anchored
in space of nowhere and everywhere;
somehow
it gives your veins the taste of vivacity.
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