Saturday, January 30

Short of Breath

May the dew drops in the morn
Quench the parched heart.
Oh Life, I am short of breath!

May the cool breeze in the morn,
Cleanse corrupted lungs.
Oh Life, I am short of breath!

May the chirpy birds in the morn,
Bring melody to deafened ears.
Oh Life, I am short of breath!


May the mild sun in the morn,
Restore strength to an aged shell.
Oh Life, I am short of breath!
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