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Jammit Janet Nov 2021
You’re
The wind beneath my wings
That rings the chimes
That make my heart sing

The air that fans my fire
That burns in my being
The source of my desire

The smoke which fills my lungs
And makes me high

Stoked on your love
By your side
There’s no place I’d rather be
Until the end of time.
Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2021
Air
We may breathe the-
Same air
But we might not use-
It the same.
Keep your breaths
Nat Oct 2021
Late autumn air does not so much assail
As brush past like a stranger
Mumbling something like a sorry
Love is in the air.
Oh, my heart, from somewhere.
Go find my lover and bring him here.
Go find my lover and bring him here.
Love is in the air.
Oh, my heart, from somewhere.

Tell him that the season is young
and I'm longing for him
The dark clouds above are tormenting.
I'm afraid it'll **** me.
He can't trust the rains.
Love is in the air my heart, from somewhere.

Wherever the sun goes
May he be protected from its rays.
The shade of my tresses is calling him
come and I'll make it a day.
A canopy with my eyelids, a shelter for both fits.
Love is in the air my heart, from somewhere.

I'm wandering all alone
Can please someone take me in his arms?
After all, how long can one bear the loneliness.
The days have become cruel.
The nights are fatal.
Love is in the air my heart, from somewhere.

This night and this silence.
These dreamlike sceneries
are these fireflies or beaneries?
Or have the stars descended on earth?
The world appears intoxicated.
Love is in the air my heart, from somewhere.
Glenn Currier Jul 2021
Here among the trees
leaves, birds and bees
breathing in summer air
the sun embraces me
into its life-giving energy
I feel loved
and part of the great mystery
each day is a homecoming.

Here I can just be me
fearing no judgement
or condemnation for my sins
but pure acceptance
and bliss.

This day, each day
is my birth day.
Nat Jul 2021
Stray hair and thick air
An embrace without care
— anywhere but here —
A summertime nightmare
RQ Jul 2021
although you're gone
the traces of draft remains
i followed hoping it leads me to you
i wandered through the gales
you are nowhere to be found
i still feel it around me
hoping and praying you'd return
come home
Breathe the winter air
In the soft of the moonlight,
to take in new life.
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