From The Prisons Of Our Own Minds
It is the sea that makes us realise
That we are indeed small
From the blade of grass
That we are indeed big
And for me
The memory of
The whitest light from the smile once
From of the face of my girl
She waiting at the top of my Street
To then
Go work her Saturday job in the hairdressers
And me mine in the garage.
That makes me know that I have indeed lived
Boodiful.
Indeed
Lovely.
Thanks August – looking forward to Radio Girl Boner!
Yes. That.
Agreed
Heartwarming.
Yep!
(You’re going to spoil your image.) Great piece of writing. Striking imagery. Universally understood feeling.
My friend will enjoy your praise!
That Paul! Such a romantic. Beautiful!
He is an old softy Debra!
And why should that be any less romantic than Romeo and Juliet (who were silly kids, actually).
Indeed