My Air Poem by Jeremy Horsford
My Air
You are the very air I breathe.
Yesterday, I held my breath,
trying to cut you off.
My heart, which I have no control
of, injected air into my body
hoping you, my air will return.
Yesterday, my heart mentioned,
hope is my new air in the interim.
Ready my translation.It sounds very very nice in greek.I do publish it in page.
I'll try to translate it too.Will it sound equally well in my language I'll publish it in my page.
its a catching piece.and the word economy adds to its amazing uniqueness.the imagery employed and how its held through out the whole poem lends it an intactness or makes it more solid or something like that.thanks for the inspiration i really loved this piece
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4/26/2024 9:58:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
killing good man! precise yet on point.