It is a world I conceive as
only mine, but it
is truly made out of your
Flesh and Blood;
Of your sorrow and struggle;
of your joy in our thriving;
and of a good tommorow.
And who am I
not to embrace this
wonder of life you have given?
"This part of you will remain in me forever."
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The Breathing Poems
PoésieWhen I cannot speak, I cannot be mad, when I cannot share the happiness, all I have to do is to write the breathing poems.
