“You won’t have a chance to forget,” she said.
“The end of the Earth can’t keep you from me.”
And in the last fading glow of sunset,
As the shadows bent forward into darkening dusk,
We said our goodbyes.
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts On The Way Of Things.
“You won’t have a chance to forget,” she said.
“The end of the Earth can’t keep you from me.”
And in the last fading glow of sunset,
As the shadows bent forward into darkening dusk,
We said our goodbyes.