Rebirth

Fresh air smells like peace
After the dust settles.
It is waiting to be disturbed
By the mindset of life;
Like an apocalypse
Scattering death and ash,
Waiting still, to be shaped as
The breath of a new world.

Poem 1

In these long days
All of us must wonder
To breathe or not to breathe
The mystical wunder
That is so hard to ignore
For it is that without which one can't live
But to be so fatal
that we cannot revive

Hey everyone! I recently started writing poetry and I'm going to post some of them on my blog. I would request the readers to leave a comment about their thoughts on the poem and also it's interpretation from their view.