between what was captured and missed, what was cherished and neglected,
Tag: Identity
Poem: Leaving
I wish I had a room no one can ask me to clear out or a wardrobe with ironed clothes and a sweet smelling pair of shoes
between what was captured and missed, what was cherished and neglected,
I wish I had a room no one can ask me to clear out or a wardrobe with ironed clothes and a sweet smelling pair of shoes
Lirio's Wanderings 