Morphine, Like her sister Absinthe, Has a slender, glass waist, But she is not as green, And lacks Taste. Both have Fragile wings And whisper things You didn't want To know, One with A hint of mint, The other's breath As cold as snow.
Happy People Just Enjoy Plan Actions, Where You Are Not Results. Now. ------------------------------------- --------------------------------- Jon York 2019
I used to look after someone with Alzheimer's and she used to sing this over and over and chuckle to herself until the words and she gradually faded away and there was no enough memory and wit to sustain the song or her any longer.
when the sunlight reaches through the trees to feel my skin And the wind runs its fingers through my hair. Because on a day like that Is when we first met. And even though you're gone, and i now adore cold weather, we'll always have our sunny days.