As light as incense,
soft on the air was her life.
Fragrant, but in a moment gone–vital but fragile.
Evanescent.
To hold our moments as precious,
to not measure our eternal weight by our fractured souls,
is my broken prayer.
As light as incense,
soft on the air was her life.
Fragrant, but in a moment gone–vital but fragile.
Evanescent.
To hold our moments as precious,
to not measure our eternal weight by our fractured souls,
is my broken prayer.
Apronhead 