Belly Breathe

Belly breathe
Belly breathe
My body is a cello
My belly is a hole
My legs are made of chords
My feet are made of Frets
My hair is made of strings
My hands are made of ivory
I am made of trees
Belly breathe
Belly breathe
Just expand my soul
Just expand my stomach
Let my tummy grow
My body is an instrument
Broken,
But still whole
Daily breathe
Let me be
Belly breathe
My victory

Published by Silent Singer

The Silent Singer

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