My Breath
My breath, my life, my thoughts… how do rocks live long? MY BREATH I reside in languid days,Threaded with the art of waiting. There exists a current,A ceaseless streamof majestic journeys,of stones cascading,falling from the heavens,only to dissolveunder the cascade of waters. In this stream, I dwell. I perceive the mountainswhispering in hushed tones, at […]