Treasure Island


Like Fresh Air

you look around
there is nothing more to see
you want to feel passion
nothing is passionate
you have all the mess inside
you do not care
you empty yourself in space
as light as what you can be
a butterfly now
and knowing that in a short moment
everything shall end
in a manner which is so beautiful
something that you
cannot imagine
but it is there inside you
like fresh air

Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
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