I breathe in, deep.
The exhale quivers at the very edge of my lungs - a pause; not void but brimming.
This is your poetry breath taking root inside me,
trembling between moments as though unsure where it belongs.
I breathe in, deep.
The exhale quivers at the very edge of my lungs - a pause; not void but brimming.
This is your poetry breath taking root inside me,
trembling between moments as though unsure where it belongs.