“Whispering wind, a quiet breath exhaled across years of tiny, fragments of light. Glowing in the breeze, like silent fireworks, accentuating my wanders through life’s debris. [Whispering Wind]” — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath.” — John Keats Copy Share Image