It started from the stomach,
grow, group, group,
I felt it growing in my chest,
It was the first time,
I can’t describe the turmoil of emotions.
I can’t even say how I felt.
I just know, I wanted it to never stop.
Sweet sound coming out of my mouth,
As gentle as the taste of a peach,
Clean as sweet sweet nectar, of an enchanted morning.
“What are you thinking about,» she asked, distracting me from my bubble of emotional passion.
«To life,» I replied, feeding on breaths
«Why?» She simply asked me
«Because breathing life is like a poem on the skin».
This poem, it was written, is dedicated to all the people who survived Covid 19.
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