Benediction for the World-Weary
A poem
What if I told you to breathe
as through silver ions,
to open your lungs to some far morning
and dream of a swift sunrise,
the sweet taste of air that rises
over an untired body?
What if I told you to breathe
as through silver ions,
to open your lungs to some far morning
and dream of a swift sunrise,
the sweet taste of air that rises
over an untired body?
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