I May Breathe | Poem

When your soul feels tired of leaving,

You know where I am breathing.

It may difficult to say the words,

To soothe the raging thoughts,

To see on the kindness offered,

Just remember, even Deathra survived.

Let’s clear my minds of thoughts,

Become one with the words you crave,

There you have the breathing.

Do it to remember, Shobo.

┬ęSuraj Jangid

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