When this last breath dissolves into the dust, the gentle lambs will call upon the wind or wheat will glisten, and bend, light entrust, or crows will settle on Spartan, thin trees, or cold covered the land and sky alike an act of homage ploughs the furrowed soil
My Last Breath. A Poem
My Last Breath. A Poem
My Last Breath. A Poem
When this last breath dissolves into the dust, the gentle lambs will call upon the wind or wheat will glisten, and bend, light entrust, or crows will settle on Spartan, thin trees, or cold covered the land and sky alike an act of homage ploughs the furrowed soil