As the wind blows <br />Through the spirits <br />Of the dead <br /> <br />We feel the shivers <br />Upon our spines <br />As our souls intertwine <br />Like ivy through a loop fence <br /> <br />We know we are alive <br />But could soon be dead <br /> <br />As breathing <br />Is the only thing <br />That divides <br />The living and the dead<br /><br />Dave Alan Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-living-and-the-dead-3/
