Poetry

A Breath of Fresh Air

Strange. The air smells different today,
Fresh, unruffled and without a trace of dismay.

Brimful, of this zephyr, I inbreathed mirth,
One divine breath, of plenty worth.

Drenched, I am, in this tranquil breeze,
And so immensely packed with elation that I wish time’d freeze.

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