September 22 – When the Air Lives

Soft breeze blows across table top
Caresses exposed skin
Creates shivers and goosebumps
Reminds us we are ever moving
Ever changing, ever flowing

Soft breeze blows across table top
A single strand of eternity
Floating through a sky
That could fall or could lift
It feels like moments tingling

Soft breeze blows across table top
Fingers press into keys
Trying to capture air
With words that never knew how to speak
That never knew themselves

Soft breeze blows across table top
It feels limitless, immortal
It takes the end right out the window with it

– Tegan Thuss 

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