
Popeye arms, but getting better

Popeye arms, but getting better
The breath I breathe was never mine
It’s but a reminder of the passing time
The rise and fall of conquering nations
The atomic reaction of cosmic sensation
The intimate sigh of the living world
The refreshing gust of faith unfurled
The revelation of the stormy night
The passion sighed in lover’s delight
The whisper of a birthday wish
An aged dandelion in a child’s fist
The breath I breathe was never mine
It’s merely a reminder of borrowed time.
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Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
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