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When I was born,
I had trouble breathing,
'Born with asthma',
At least, that's what they told my parents.
Until my lungs started to work, beautifully.

Years have past by and I started thinking,
What if my lungs were fine?
Maybe it was just me, being the big emphath I am.
The one that inhales every possible emotion of every living being on this planet, the one that inhales for this planet as if she was expected to..
The one that doesn't really has a filter for her passion but nevertheless, exhales poetry as if she was born into it..

When I was born,
Passion took my breath away,
'Born with talent',
At least, that's what my parents told me.
After my lungs started to work beautifully, meaning,
Inhaling life,
Exhaling poetry.
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No not yet
My angel of death
I am not ready to leave Earth
I don’t deserve to get out of this hurt

I have yet to see my beautiful planet
Ruined, rancid, rotten
These people are cruel
Of course I am one of them

We all burn the mother that nourishes us
We all are empty husks devoid of feelings
We all have scars and cuts
And thus we want to crush everything in our pain

But I don’t deserve to go first
From my dear Earth
Have you not considered these other fiends
They hurt so they can love
They destroy so they can preserve
They lie to thrive
While I lie to survive

I am kind
I am honest
I am pious
So ask me again, and I’ll say
No not yet
...and biggest of them all, i'm really good at lying
what if people had hearts,
and cared for one another deeply,
everyone doing his part
to improve his neighbour's condition completely,
without reward or remuneration,
only love for the entire human population?

what if cows had wings,
and buzzed above abattoirs like bees,
*******—as nectar—the skins
off the bodies of humans, fallen to their knees,
in repentance and commiseration
with the suffering of all living things?
the sun flew down
just to hit my bare feet,

they stung from the cold
and the rocky beach.

i built a rock tower today.
on the edge of the lake,

and before i warmed up
the wind blew it down.

that same wind that blew hair from my face
and air deep into my lungs—

and i smiled.

it should never have been there
in the first place.
Back in my village, in the middle of a pine forest, I walk for hours radiating yellow and green until the earth swallows me and spits me out as a mystical bird-like being.

Like a peacock, I spread my shimmering, resonating feathers and bow to the giant raptor in the sky.
I can only be obedient to his emanations.
I fly back to my children, to my nest on a magnificent cedar tree. We entangle our necks and feathers in rapture knowing that soon, the earth shall reclaim my original nature.

By the sea I sit and patiently wait  to remember why I chose to forget.
The wind moves the waters, and the waves cast the sunlight onto my forehead. I feel the heat increasing as my structure dissolves. I gain back consciousness in an aquatic atmosphere taking a turtle-like form with a shell and humanoid hands. I swim down following a series of glares and vibrations until I reach what is seemingly an immense turtle temple. I feel a sudden danger and crawl back into shell. I open up my eyes and find myself sitting by the sea again.

Life is a journey of appreciation.
I can only surrender and be grateful.

Words Of Harfouchism
Loreah Apr 26
Breath, soil; breath and drink and bask in warmth
Slowly walk along the sentence that extends
The year before the year, the frozen and thawed,
Fruitless but alive with another day's growth
Mel Apr 22
We've listened to the words
Of politics instead of science

We'll avoid the topic
Until the Earth cries her last tears

One day we'll be at fault
For all the problems we've caused

But right now
The Earth is still crying
Akta Agarwal Apr 22
We say earth our mother
But ever do we treated it like the same
Is we treat our mother like a dustbin
Do remember like we are no one without our mother
Like that inky we are no one without our mother earth
Earth is so precious mother
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