The Breath Poem by Andy Wood

The Breath



No need to die to satisfy their hunger -
Sacrifice means living for others.
People die on the cross,
In the crossfire,
In the fire,
But some people live between the worlds.
In the temple, on the road.
The breath between words.

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Andy Wood

Andy Wood

Newcastle Upon Tyne
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