How much must I write of longing and leaving for you to remember that which will never leave and always shine? Down here by the heart of things, an honest man is easy to find.
Nothing but wind rattling the dried-up dreams of spring.
Originally published: Jun 2002
How much must I write of longing and leaving for you to remember that which will never leave and always shine? Down here by the heart of things, an honest man is easy to find.
Nothing but wind rattling the dried-up dreams of spring.