We take for granted
while we are here,
the air that fills
the atmosphere.
The breath of life
that we can not see,
is with us from the very beginning.
Clean air and good breathing
Is what we need to
take in oxygen for our
bodies to succeed,
Enjoy it in this time,
while you are fine.
Once we take are
once last breath,
our physical existence
turns towards death.
Are really gone
at all?
No, we are on the
otherside having a ball.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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