The air

When it pours, I dissolve.

During heat, I resolve.

I’m more amongst greens.

I’m there in every scene.

The coolest, never on rest.

In motion, with no emotion.

Neither fixed destination.

Unstoppable I flow,

I flow, I flow.

 

I peep in through the ventilations,

a part of me, I drop in there.

I flee in glee, from cities to live,

where staled and fatigued, I’m stabbed to give,

to give a portion with no hesitation,

to let survive, I move with a flair,

to inhale, to relieve, to breathe in fresh air.

Unstoppable I flow,

I flow, I flow.

 

For all the youth, I’m young.

To the aged, I’m old.

Whn vexed on earth,

I’m furious to be mould.

In swirls, like a drunkard I move ,

to run, to destroy the houses, the roofs.

Unstoppable I flow,

I flow, I flow.

 

I embrace with hugs,

the ones who lives.

Not a trace I give,

to the ones who leave.

In cylinders, I’m trapped.

On plants I’m overlapped.

When freshly consumed, you glow.

Unstoppable I flow,

I flow, I flow.

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