Something flows from my eyes that is beyond athousand false desire, remembering your scent, wherever I saw a flower, I smelled it and tears began to pour from my eyes, where I saw cypress in the meadow, I kissed its feet in memory of you. So out beyond the ideas of rightdoing and wrongdoing there is a field. I "ll meet you there. Remembering today, that is second year of your demise. Luv you dear. Till we meet again.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 11:44:29 +0000