Friday, February 12, 2016

Sentiment...

Old lace, dirty panes, and unremembered heart pangs.
Forgotten kisses, crumbling roses, and sun-bleached stains.
The dust dances lazily.
It does not ask what came before, only hugs what remains.

1 comment:

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