Let my hand get lost in yours… I want to feel the wind on my silly fingers, running, febrile, along your life line… Hold tight, don’t let go! Wet palms, as I sigh, wrapped around your little finger… Let my hand get lost in yours Forever…
No matter, years lost and years behind. The past is the past, impossible to take back, impossible to rewind. Time running through our fingers, like the finest sand, being licked away by the raging tides of the ocean. But for as long as life still grants us a new morning to enjoy, as long…… Continue reading The call…
Cyranny's Cove 