still thinking of you, holding close the memories of the Michael I knew and wondering about the mouse I didn't.. always in my heart a very special person.
danielle
20th February 2017
If I could understand
The molten blood
That drips from the ladle of the moon,
Or the voiceless mists that rise
From a frozen sea;
Then, premature reaping,
Might I understand thee, too.
Paul
1st February 2017