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The Air
The Air
Hibernation done,
Contorted limbs
Shorn of blood
Fail to stretch
In the Air
Seasoned to Seasons
Dismayed at my failures
To sprout a new leaf
In the Air
I must surpass
The longitudes and latitudes
Of time and space
Inhaling, I must refrain from wallowing
In past sins and regrets
Must learn to exhale
The sense of hopelessness
In the Air!
It is not me
To be a floating leaf
In the Air!
Shyam
18 March 2011