Till it’s breathing your breath.

Sing! Sing away like a bird that cares not who hears her tunes, or if it is the deep Silence she is surrounded by. Unheeding to a passerby’s curses she sings just as the trees keep swaying the waves keep whooshing the stars keep chiming. The incessant chorusof cicadas in the night as the worldContinue reading “Till it’s breathing your breath.”