My November song.
The November song. I told the Winter sky, I am in the November of my life. I asked the Lake St. Clair, did I do enough? I have built many mini-rock gardens of… Continue reading
The November song. I told the Winter sky, I am in the November of my life. I asked the Lake St. Clair, did I do enough? I have built many mini-rock gardens of… Continue reading
Time waits for no-one.. Some mini poetry. 1- You ran to me and I ran to you. We believed in love and I believed in you. You were my free and fluttering butterfly.… Continue reading