.Sitting On The Edge Of The Roof.
.While We'Re Dazing Off Into The Sun.
.The Same Old Houses That Lit Up Our Childhood.
.The Same Old Neighborhood In The Same Old Town.
.I Still Have The Memory Of Her Approaching Me Before She Fell Down.
.Smiling Like An Angel.
.her laugh , the purest sound..
YOU ARE READING
.//fond thoughts//.
Poetry''I draw and i think of the message behind the art ''So i share it here ''Please,take a seat and enjoy my shit show
