“When you are old and gray and full of sleep and nodding by the fire… ” I will take the book from your shaky hands…
“When you are old and gray and full of sleep and nodding by the fire… ” I will take the book from your shaky hands…
After it’s all done what is better than skirting around eternity radiant in ethereal light forever with my kindred soul broken no more at the…
I have always liked this poem…whoever She is, for one moment in time, she is very special indeed. It doesn’t really matter, that she wasn’t…
This was posted once, a while back when I had 2 readers…now I have 4 readers :)) LOL… I thought since it is that time…
After it’s all done what is better than skirting around eternity radiant in ethereal light forever with my kindred soul broken no more at the…