An ancient
Breath
Came into my lung
Weak
And interrupted.
A breath of pain;
A breath of love;
A breath of forgiveness.
It struck first my heart
And shattered my rusted veins.
The snow is falling,
Enlightening the streets.
I kept walking …
Following this
Ancient woman's breath.
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