Easy Breathing, by bedazzled
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I see the sun
shining through the wispy
billows of smoke.
You exhale
in a sigh of contentment,
bask in the sun
and the warmth of my name.
And after the ice age,
I thaw in surrender;
the summer drifts me away.
The icicles still stab
but somehow, I can smile.
I inhale,
feel the barriers break,
the happy erosion inside.
Because you and me
should have been like this,
always.
Just sweet pulses
freed from their wires,
no slow electrocution.
Easy breathing. |
Posted: 2008-12-30 10:50:46 UTC |
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2009-04-26 14:37:09 | izzy |
a very uplifting poem. i really like this |