Air passively transports the parts of dust,
They read us as particles of dust and link.
May air be inhaled and astonishment kept
In our fortune and pleasure, the real measure.
Air I breathe to exhale, air I contentedly measure
In my bags of might, inside the borders of my body.
If you need oxygen then deliver,
For this element needs determination and a powerful
Sensation is felt by the chest.
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