This is a gift
that cannot be wasted
our breath to it pass
through our lung
it is tasted
and in matters so scantly
do our questions unanswered
sleep quietly at the footrest
of paradise

We are moments awaiting to happen
a gift that can hardly be wasted

Terry Tree

Oil Painting | First Breath | Cassandra Gordon-Harris


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