Freya604 Member Jul 23, 2018 162 0 16 Oct 30, 2019 #21 My friend walks soft as a weaving on the wind. He backlights my dreams. He has built altars beside my bed. DDP
My friend walks soft as a weaving on the wind. He backlights my dreams. He has built altars beside my bed. DDP
Freya604 Member Jul 23, 2018 162 0 16 Nov 3, 2019 #22 One crowded hour of glorious life is with an age without a name.
