breathejust breathecould something so simpleso familiarbe the complete concern of my mind's every thoughtmy heart not knowing where to fall into patte..
On the edgeThe brink of gloryWith outstretched fingersI hunger to be the windWindWho chills my bonesAnd cleanses my tattered soulI drink deeply the ai..
Well, I have to say that this is one of my poorer poems, but it'll do. As you read it, imagine a woman standing in front of a mirror, speaking to her ..