THE POET BY DAY

Daily Archives: May 12, 2017

the memories have little substance they flit and fly, pollen on the wind, like the quick passing of a joyful birth, the school years, the sweet trysts ~ a waving bridal veil . . . . . . the way your love drained you of your dreams just to fill yourself with him . . . . . the epitaph of tears only when yesterday becomes a story, once upon a time, do memories become memorial, a… Read More