Today I write for you
The sweetest smile,the freckles on your face,the dream,the green in your eyes,the golden in your hair,the rock,the tree above your grave.The sweet and confusing voice of death;her dark hair,her talent was to dream,and her smile to persuade.She guided me there,unknown, afraid, confused, and desperate.But now I seethe shallow gravewhich I can’t bear.At last, at last,I […]