Poetry of Heart
Be as the air that lets me breathe,
That begs me to hold on;
Until the shadow Death shall come,
And will to me to be gone.
Be as the air is to the trees,
The life for me to live;
Let me bring you in, and in return,
My soul to you I'll give.
Be as the air upon which eagles soar,
To take wings and with them fly;
Dare with them to unreachable heights,
As our souls traverse the sky.
Be as the air by which ships do sail,
To the farthest corners of the land;
Come and let us set out to sea,
And our feet shall never again touch sand.
Be as the air that lets me breathe,
That begs me to hold on;
Until the shadow Death shall come,
And will to me to be gone.
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