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LAST BREATHE
In the quiet hush of the night's embrace, "LAST BREATHE," our wild race. With hearts ablaze, we dance in the fire, In life's madness, our souls aspire. Through twists and turns, we journey on, "LAST BREATHE," until the dawn. Crazy moments, we seize with glee, In the chaos, we find our glee. With each exhale, a tale unfolds, "LAST BREATHE," our story told. Life's rollercoaster, wild and free, In its frenzy, we find our spree. So let's embrace the madness, hand in hand, "LAST BREATHE," where we stand. For in life's craze, we'll always find, In each other's arms, our peace of mind.
By Sher singh3 years ago in Poets
