There Is A Winter In My Breath Poem by Tan Pratonix

There Is A Winter In My Breath

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there is a winter in my breath,
a sighing;
the wheeze of the wind
through the hollow of
my chest
is a dying;
is the weary drip of a drain,
is a crying.


[After coming out of a long sickness - bronchitis - many years ago.]

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