Poem # 1
I sit by the open window.
Air flows, yet not so simple.
Days of old, seem like forgotten lore.
Maybe only, if I open the door.
Rushing past me like a ball.
More poison air than before.
Helpless I am to such a plight.
Dulled vision to my mortal sight.
poem # 2
Tears of sorrow fall from the sky.
Air pollution fills the naked eye.
Songs play on the gentle wind.
My soul feels remorse, almost a sin.
Slowly dying the earth does dance.
Knowing only, man has little chance.
To know the breeze of pure air.
Flowing through the fibers of ones hairs.
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