Ciaran Carrick: Poems

1.1k · Jan 2014

Fresh Air

Ciaran Carrick Jan 2014

I love fresh air.
It clears my thoughts,
Chills my lungs and
Refreshes my ideas.

The freshest air I've ever felt,
Was the draft that entered when you walked out.

I'll probably develop on this, but for now I'll leave it here :p

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