“There is love of course. And then there’s life, its enemy.” – Jean Anouilh Fingers brush through your hair your leaving me there, Floating on my ocean dream. Feet run to your kiss, I say farewell to bliss, Crashing along the windy cliff. Eyes transfixed on your stare, of you I must beware, Chasing me on … Continue reading Albatross
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