Tuesday, 14 May 2013

every spring

and every spring
the sun shines more brightly
the colours are sharper
the shapes more delicate
the air floods into my lungs
I gasp, I blink
in this life
still here
still here
against so many odds
after so much fire
so much burning
and flooding
so much parching
and wringing out
still here
still here
blood moving
gases bubbling
ions charging
heart beating


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