Red flowers rising
as hot as the fallen moon
meld the frozen sky.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
am alive
Yes I am alive
My breath tells me
I am alive, and
What tells my breath
If it is alive
Breath that imparts warm blood
Into dark lifeless hard coal
And black coal turns
Red hot, shinning bright life
What will make my breath realise
The miraculous life it carries
I am desperately looking for
That one inspiration
That makes my breath realise
It is alive
The scent in a rose
Makes me realise the oodles of life
That a breath can carry
The taste of a fruit makes me realise
The volume of life that a breath can carry
I suppose giving is what fills your breath with life
I need to look for something to give away
And give it away every moment
Giving adds life to every breath
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