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The air is fresh..
Smells of pines…
The night is dark…
Just the stars above…
Sitting next to you…
Our arms barely touching…
We talk thru the night…
Waiting for dawn….
Let me …
Melt in your arms..
Smother in your kisses ..
Drown in your eyes..
Fall for you…
I look up at the grey skies..
Yellow, hazy, smoke filled..
It looks back at me..
Asks me..
If not now then when ?
Mother Earth is dying…
Are we going to save it..
Or die with it..
With our selfishness and disinterest…
It’s here
We can smell it in air..
Feel it in our lungs..
Wake up !!
What are we waiting for !!
Please pass the message around.
Do something!!
They save birds..
That fall from the sky…
Nobody notices…
The work they do..
But the birds…
That fly the sky…
For the people in the documentary- All that breathes.
He says ….
It’s not you it’s me..
Squeezing a crocodile tear..
From one eye..
And suddenly I see the light..
Feel so free..
I could fly….
Goodness is in all of us
We just need to feed it
To see it grow…
Slowly I fade away..
Slowly I fade away from her life…
Slowly I become this stranger..
Who visits her…
Sometimes…
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