Original Poems

Elements – Air

gentle, brushing through my hair,
silently and everywhere,
that one thing that we all share,
just the common air

filling us as we invite it,
one expanse, but undivided,
precious, but so oft derided,
just the common air

no one thinks it common, in
the moments that its rare —
we, the common heir

of the shy-one,

air

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