The book of memory
I open the book of memory that we wrote those days. I see the pictures unfold. A tear unrolls down my cheek as I walk… Read More »The book of memory
I open the book of memory that we wrote those days. I see the pictures unfold. A tear unrolls down my cheek as I walk… Read More »The book of memory
I have never heard him walk so slow. The noise of his steps grow. Strange fits of passion have I known that rush back to… Read More »The Departure