Look
Sometimes that twinkle in her eye is not a thing of stars nor hint of dreams but an imminence of teardrops, a close call to sorrow. Mayhap, long held her cry and ere, sadly swallowed, hidden in a smile.
Sometimes that twinkle in her eye is not a thing of stars nor hint of dreams but an imminence of teardrops, a close call to sorrow. Mayhap, long held her cry and ere, sadly swallowed, hidden in a smile.
I loved this Denise. Theres a wealth of meaning here… Especially for one who lives it.
Thank you very much sunshine.