The gasp for last air by Halimah Aliyu

You were free and unseen, Though your presence always felt, I hear whistling sounds I see the wind I  wondered how you flow As I inhale and exhale   I always felt your soft feathery ruffles As you touch me with a tickle I worry not for a gasp of air For I thought you...

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Halimah Aliyu
Halimah Aliyu
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