What Remains What remains is the vast blue sky, words in tattered notebooks love softly engraved on the skin where it was born cultivated and freed. What remains of my life is the love I gave with outstretched arms with my heart blooming to make yours rise. What remains is laughter carried by the wind feathers floating in the park. What remains are the moon and the stars as the days go forward and life goes on.
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 19:51:33 +0000