When I draw my dying breath
I hope it clings
to your tongue, forgets
that it can let go
Dreams of staffs and lilies,
holds tight. Billows in our wind,
let’s go. Carpe diems
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
When I draw my dying breath
I hope it clings
to your tongue, forgets
that it can let go
Dreams of staffs and lilies,
holds tight. Billows in our wind,
let’s go. Carpe diems
such a beauty this poem.. 🙂 really makes one think
Wow – I agree with wordsofbee and each line holds beauty, and the personification adds to the depth of this poem.