Eternal Breath
Somehow, tiny beads of pearly dew
Fall gently marking ended hours;
My sighs meander, deep in prayers
Where daylight peals along gardens wide,
And fibers of orchids knot an embrace
Till afterlife’s veil brushes my face.
Eternal Breath Contest of Gail Doyle
by nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2013
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