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Saturday, May 5, 2012

Fresh Air

I am sitting inside my container of ideals.
It is vaccum packed and I am gasping for breath.
Religiously giving every ounce of being to them.
You came and opened the lid.
Fresh air and your smell merged with the vaccum.
I have never felt something like this.
This feeling, you tell me was always there.
I am amazed, overwhelmed by this.
That sudden rush of air pumped itself in.
Life.

6 comments:

  1. Yeah Life...that is what this day shall stand for,,,Am truly rejuvenated...Thank You...bring dem on...

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  2. Life.. it shall sustain with infinite freshness for the excellent writer that you are.. and for the excellent person you are..

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  3. awesome one man...
    Life...beautifully described...lovely comparison... :)

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  4. A feeling of fulfillment ...
    Lovely!

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