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May 2018
Taking a breath of air and drawing life from it.
  Like the ones gone before it.
For like petrol to a car keeping an engine running.
  A breath of air keeps us moving.
Yet who knows we’re the air comes from, and where it goes after we’ve taken it?
  For like unspoken words that are just a thought.
These two are neither seen nor heard.
Yet giving without taking a breath of air brings life to all who breathe it.
Barry
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Barry  48/M/New Zealand
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