Once we were young January 6, 2017 TheFeatheredSleep There beneath the street light fused over with dying bugs there our hands met, enfolding in paper entreaty what would they say if given tongues? the lost years whistling a familiar tune when once we were young Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
breath-taking. ❤
There he is! Thank you so much Eric xo
You are most welcome, Poetess. XO
This is absolutely amazing, love. 💖
Thank you lovely girl
Beautiful, C. Like one deep sigh!
Wistful – I wonder what they WOULD say? Remember when …. ?
Wonderful image
Thank you ! Your title and image are so perfect for this writing! ” the lost years ” …..so true!
Wistful, bittersweet, true
Thank you so much my friend Ray!
Thank you!
EXACTLY!