In the end, it's all but dusty spontaneous chronicle,
Might be it dusted, uncovered, read, and graced with unfeigned Sunny hearted smile, or
Possibly Skipped with faint air of nostalgic frown,
At worst ,glance with compunction bleached eyes, Alas waved away with wrinkled blasé fingers.
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 4:01 AM UTC
In the end, it's all but dusty spontaneous chronicle,
Might be it dusted, uncovered, read, and graced with unfeigned Sunny hearted smile, or
Possibly Skipped with faint air of nostalgic frown,
At worst ,glance with compunction bleached eyes, Alas waved away with wrinkled blasé fingers.