Jun 2012
I gaze at the evening sky
framed by the sillhouette of trees.
I wonder if the faint stars
in their places still exist.
or are they like my presence
I am here, but not my heart.
framed by the sillhouette of trees.
I wonder if the faint stars
in their places still exist.
or are they like my presence
I am here, but not my heart.
