by Ezeani Sunday   Jan 19, 2017

Life is more than breath
Breath is so precious
Breath is so costly
Breath is so thin
That pin or blunt razor can cut the thread of breath
Breathing in and out
Is not a mere exercise
It is a divine life
When we last breathe
Will we breathe across the bar?
After breathing in and out thus far
In the land of hazy survival


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