We inhale goodness,

Positivity and reassurance, 

When we read a nice poem

Which fills us with freshness and warmth. 

We exhale our feelings, troubles

And our experiences, 

As a process of venting out, 

When we write a poem, 

Which calms our mind,

As though a burden is let out. 

Isn’t poetry like our breath? 

As it helps us stay alive and

Transports us through life’s ups and downs. 

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