Feb 17 • General discussion
Fresh Air
Fresh Air
By Kathleen Tonn
The scent of lilacs
I walked
Towards the haystack.
Wind stirred the clover
I breathed
Nearly falling over.
Oxygen rich air
Lungs bursting
So I dare.
Truth not contained
I speak
No, I will not abstain.
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