All these little memories That mean so little to othersare of great significance to me.The time we drank steaming cupsof coffee,All the dull days we s..
I wrote this a few months back when I was worrying about some things. I don't feel alone now and I curse myself for thinking that way but my best writ..
I walked across the old Stone bridgeTo a tree with leaves thatCast a rainbow tint.Sitting upon a sturdy branchWas a coffee haired boy.His intense gree..