Sorrows of the breath 9th May 20199th May 2019 / Rugby Lion My Picture: An early morning drawing. Shudder in the dark a drunken moon serenades me slow. Craving more than in the last life, like water dripping through dreams of love. Her soul in my eyes tells me nothing’s left to fear. A doorway to stir in new hope, that pedals forward inch by inch. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...