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Breath

The Breath.


Easily in and out you breathe, with lungs
unsullied by cigarette smoke, siesta nap
a lazy Sunday on afternoon when flowers
wilt and sky is recklessly nude

Breathtaking, the silence, if you should
stop; I would fall down a chasm of pale

rainbows, stillborn moons, rusty stars
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John Tiong Chunghoo 31 August 2008

there is always a brighter side to city parks. be alone and look for gold jan.

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