Read Poem by Alice Trueman

The air aches
When you are on the breeze

The breathing
Breaks all my resolve

The pulsing;
Our lives inside the soil

The ground grieves
Everything you feel

A knowing,
Echoes in the bones:

Is ours in the making


Where you are
And I am

An elemental change

Author: poetryfest

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three Options: 1) To post. 2) To have performed by an actor 3) To be made into a film.

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