Breath

It runs at the sight of our target;
It stops at the sight of our beloved;
It grows at the sight of our success;
It fades at the sight of our sleep.

It remembers the breath of the kisses;
It forgets the presence of fear in us;
It celebrates the music in the air;
It consoles the mourning of the souls.

It blows out to dry the wounds;
It sucks in to feed the life blossoms;
It stays in the hearts even though away;
It goes , though the memory fetches.