Life is nothing but a breath.

Sometimes mixed with giggles

Like the kids when playing.

It can be sonorous blow

That flow with the laughter of the youth.

Long and sweet like a love sigh.

Wet and tasty in an ardent kiss.

Melodious is a whistle.

Spoken in a whisper.

Or short and labored...

Tired and frantically in the runner that won a race.

Weary and painful... The last breath.