The Basic Of Breathing....
he runs
out of luck
whatever he touches
turns into
nothing
she looks at those
who also runs
out of luck
and she smiles
i had it all when
i was young
and still have it
when i have become
older
numbed,
it does not
affect her anymore
she dismisses luck
she needs none of
them,
she is on her own now
and she
advises him too well
what we need says she
are so simple
we breathe
and so we live.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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