The Air
Fresh air.
The filter of life.
The father of our existence.
Keeping us alive.
The air doesn’t want pollution.
The air isn’t silent
And the wind is its sound.
We want fresh air to breathe.
It is alive,
And it has no body.
A shapeless entity.
When it’s weak, it’s a soft breeze.
When it’s strong, it’s harsh wind.
The human race gasps for air
But it surprises us with unpredictable
phenomena.
The air refreshes our feelings and
makes us think.
We just want to feel the breeze of life
and love
Kissing our delicate skin.

The air

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    The Air Fresh air. Thefilter of life. The father of our existence. Keeping us alive. The air doesn’t want pollution. The air isn’t silent And the wind is its sound. We want fresh air to breathe. It is alive, And it has no body. A shapeless entity. When it’s weak, it’s a soft breeze. When it’s strong, it’s harsh wind. The human race gasps for air But it surprises us with unpredictable phenomena. The air refreshes our feelings and makes us think. We just want to feel the breeze of life and love Kissing our delicate skin.