The Air
The air
When it pours, I dissolve.
During heat, I resolve.
I’m more amongst greens.
I’m there in every scene.
The coolest, never on rest.
In motion, with no emotion.
Neither fixed destination.
Unstoppable I flow,
I flow, I flow.
I peep in through the ventilations,
a part of me, I drop in there.
I flee in glee, from cities to live,
where staled and fatigued, I’m stabbed to give,
to give a portion with no hesitation,
to let survive, I move with a flair,
to inhale, to relieve, to breathe in fresh air.
Unstoppable I flow,
I flow, I flow.
For all the youth, I’m young.
To the aged, I’m old.
Whn vexed on earth,
I’m furious to be mould.
In swirls, like a drunkard I move ,
to run, to destroy the houses, the roofs.
Unstoppable I flow,
I flow, I flow.
I embrace with hugs,
the ones who lives.
Not a trace I give,
to the ones who leave.
In cylinders, I’m trapped.
On plants I’m overlapped.
When freshly consumed, you glow.
Unstoppable I flow,
I flow, I flow.
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