Breath of Memory
On the shoulders of the clouds, memory’s breath grows.
A time that turns to wind, tracing origins on the white.
Upon the cloud’s back, light pages gather.
Every breath opens a window to the sky of the past.
On the shoulders of the clouds, memory’s breath grows.
A time that turns to wind, tracing origins on the white.
Upon the cloud’s back, light pages gather.
Every breath opens a window to the sky of the past.