Last Breath

We take for granted

while we are here,

the air that fills

the atmosphere.

The breath of life

that we can not see,

is with us from the very beginning.

Clean air and good breathing

Is what we need to

take in oxygen for our

bodies to succeed,

Enjoy it in this time,

while you are fine.

Once we take are

once last breath,

our physical existence

turns towards death.

Are really gone

at all?

No, we are on the

otherside having a ball.

Written by Christina Sunrise on April 22,2011

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poem by Christina Sunrise
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