Life…
That which breathes
Returns breath, and
ventures forth into death
Death…
That needing no breath
Beyond immediate comprehension
Waiting on all of us
Breath…
Borrowed at best
Wind, blowing through us
Carrying us to death’s doorstep
Truth…
Breath’s best friend
Always a step away
Everything we are and beyond
The end…
Filled with new beginnings
Always escaping us
Infinity’s juxtaposition
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Poetic Alchemist 
Z: Thanks. Yes indeed there is.
Love this one. There is an unspoken underlying truth here.
May peace and joy be yours
…Z
Pat: Thanks. Good having you back. We’ve missed your presence. Hope you are well.
Dan: Thanks. Ahhhh…Breathe deep, like the Moody Blues say.
Polona: Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.
Thanks Floots. I liked that stanza best as well.
Only one away from the other. Always good to keep in mind.
Ahhh….
i love this one.
nice one don
particularly liked the “breath” stanza
thank you