I can still smell
Your soft Lilac smoke.
The sound of laughter from the bottom of you
Like peals of sunrise
And the smile you left me
When you stopped being here.
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts On The Way Of Things.
I can still smell
Your soft Lilac smoke.
The sound of laughter from the bottom of you
Like peals of sunrise
And the smile you left me
When you stopped being here.