Free Verse
A meek mouth releases gentle plumes of cool, peaceful air
from the same source a warm, a curling whisper takes delicate flight.
Fragile lungs exhale weightless, graceful sounds,
released by lips pink, chapped, aware, of
the choice of life and death, determined
by the sounds that accompany
these waves of meaning carried on a breath capable of opposites
holding a similar potential
in its power to burn or soothe
to build or destroy
love and not love
This poem is about:
Our world
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