Every breath of wind
and every exhalation
is a memory of life
as it begun,
just as the dust settled
on old coffee cups is
the tale of our ending,
as every abandoned
doorway reminds us
of the garden.
By Heidi Turner
Every breath of wind
and every exhalation
is a memory of life
as it begun,
just as the dust settled
on old coffee cups is
the tale of our ending,
as every abandoned
doorway reminds us
of the garden.
By Heidi Turner