Sunday, 22 November 2020

I can breathe

I am going to walk 
The imaginary line drawn 
With my head held high 
Each step, each tip toe I take 
My passion grows stronger 

I know when your name 
Touches my lips wearily 
It is a little pause before 
I can breathe again 

I am going to run 
Towards the finishing goal 
With every fibre of my soul 
Each stride I leap for 
My hunger grows stronger 

I know when your memory 
Touches my thoughts abruptly 
It is a little hesitation before 
I can breathe again 

I am going to soar 
High above the ground 
That is where I belong 
With every flight possible 
My desire grows stronger 

I know when your story 
Touches my farewell notes 
It is a little goodbye before 
I can breathe again 

From the heart 
Char

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