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Oxygen rushing in and out through one's mouth or nose,
Lungs expanding and contracting with every breath,

Footprints on the wet sand identified by the toes,
Weight shifting forward and body walking during sunset,

The eye opens and closes,
As flashing images create a movie in our heads!
Just a lil' something that renders the reader aware of the things (s)he is doing without being fully aware of it.
A familiar scent in the air,
a rumbling sound in the sky,
a raindrop landing on your hair,
as we hug for one last goodbye.
Staring at the stars,
Staring at the light that's from the past.
Breathing in the air,
Breathing in the oxygen, the plants' flair.

I can see you now, I can sense your aura.
You will make me bow, kneel down on the flora.

Your eyes glittering like dew drops,
The moon no where to be seen,
Your presence illuminating the scene,
As an owl descends while a frog hops.
Blue flames licking at your ****** feet,
Heavy smoke filling the small room,
What are you doing here?

Nerves tickling as they feel the intense heat,
Realising the end of your life is soon,
What are you dreaming of, my dear?
“Ah, riddles,” the voice purred, “Are they not simply wonderful?
To mull your mind over a simple description of an item,
to have the answer staring at you,
And yet, it remains so elusive…"

I have no legs to dance,
and yet to no sound do I dance.
I have no eyes to see,
and yet with ease, a certain trail I can follow.
I can be useful, I can be harmful,
but cold is something I shall never be.
An excerpt from a book I might never end. Isn't that the best kind? (:
Four simple grey buttons,
Three plastic transparent blades,
Spinning in two different translations,
For those to which the natural breeze does not come to aid,
The Fan will be there always!
Elementary things in Life

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