Parading

Give me your gift, to lose my self in words,

let me become the air on living lips,
let me become the air on living lips,
let me become the air on living lips,
one breath that goes wandering without barriers,
one breath that goes wandering without barriers,
scent of a moment in the air diffused. —Muriel Rukeyser
scent of a moment in the air diffused.
—Muriel Rukeyser

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