Mine own
His face was lined and old and wrinkled, But there was a youngness in his eyes. A light that the years had never managed to snuff out, And which made me trust him all the more. He handed me the … Continue reading Mine own
His face was lined and old and wrinkled, But there was a youngness in his eyes. A light that the years had never managed to snuff out, And which made me trust him all the more. He handed me the … Continue reading Mine own
Day surpasses day As week does week. And years elapse Before I even think. So quickly ebbs the tide. How fast the sea, That washes all away Towards eternity. Continue reading The Sea