Murmurs can’t pierce dead ears,

autumn’s foliage  dead eyes,

dead lips can’t taste saline tears,

dead hearts can’t utter cries.

A Word, a Breath, animates a soul,

life,  light fill to the brim;

you breathe, for now, you are whole,

can love on a whim.

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