Sharon Morgan

October, 1962 - (London)
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Air

Through air,
We live and breathe and are
And gasp in awe
When at stars, we gaze
We sigh with relief
Through the air that we breathe
It fills our lungs
Giving power to a song
It feeds our hearts
And roams our brains
Through the air
That we breathe
We live and exist
From our first breath at birth
To our last breath at death
Through the air that we breathe
We have joy, and we have pain
It’s a precious commodity
Like the sun and the rain.
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