Breath In My Night

The breath in my night has treasoned me today

The irony breaches my heart

So henceforth I know,
how daggers can carry as softly as clouds
and as sweetly as innocense

My day is voided out of the blue
and filled with missing and longing

For the breath in my night
Has left me to breath on my own

poem by John Emmett Anderson
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