The Breath

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The Breath

The breath



In the green field Of life
I lost the breath.
The breath is made of thee,
you can only make the breath free.
The breath is the hope of believe
the breath is the strength of noise,
the breath is your lips slave
the breath is the sign of muddy beauty raise.
On the eve of shadow
I felt the breath;
on the beginning Of the pain blood
I hanged on  the breath;
on the place of my first youth
I begged to the breath.
I am now away from the breath
like I away From my world.
The breath of thee always be my mind lord.


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