Last Breath

</>Sitting down in hollow woods
running rivers and flashing moods
The sky is clear and dark tonight
a ghosty breeze meets morning light
As silence sets last breath is near
I close my eyes and keep you dear

by Anne SB

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This poem seems subject to multiple interpretations, all interesting. I'm glad I read it.
Lot of food for thought I like that, meaningful and heart felt yu kinda hear the rusltle of leaves of the ghostly breeze