What’s left behind but not forgotten
memory knows. Time forces me to lead,
drift toward eternity, guiding with heart,
a patient beat, as my toes graze the floor.
Breath connects Time like pages
clamped and set aside for the pile.
What’s left behind but not forgotten
memory knows. Time forces me to lead,
drift toward eternity, guiding with heart,
a patient beat, as my toes graze the floor.
Breath connects Time like pages
clamped and set aside for the pile.