Breathe

Breathe with me.

Breathe a bush of trees.

Smell exploding bubbles of 

oxygen being released around

me. The air, I'm unable to see.

Still breathe & breathe freely.

Reviews

[Mirror]

Dear, in Nigeria where we are blessed with trees, your poem literally expresses what we feel.
I will invite you "...Breathe with me....Still breathe & breathe freely...."

[ROXANE DORSEY]

thanks for the nice review.

[Mirror]

you are welcome!

[Neville]

I liked these words and am delighted to have been the first to comment here....N

[ROXANE DORSEY]

glad you reviewed my poetry.

[Neville]

my pleasure entirely