PAST LIFE

Caught in confusion
time that takes the sweetness of life
scrape the rest of the harmony
painted at the end of a scratch

Your Asthma .......
Always spoken, in soft loose air of authenticity
if the breath is still regularly running
the color will never be tarnished
the act, it must end up dead.

If you give me a hope
surely I give a million beams of true promise of eternity

By@andriago