Air Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Air



​​The air is a room of doors,
No mortal can ever carve.
It has its own blocks and locks
The fence is what is never seen.
Breached, by birds and even planes,
Infact it's a sea that takes us to all places.
The air has doors and passage for,
Angels in whirling and breezing forms...

Monday, November 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: air,existence,life,nature,nature love
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