Aug 2018
No trespassing, the sorrows are mine
The seeing were blinkered and blind
It’s permanent, an indelibility, by star
Shimmering in the blackness of right.
Goodnight my loved ones.
Mary ***
The seeing were blinkered and blind
It’s permanent, an indelibility, by star
Shimmering in the blackness of right.
Goodnight my loved ones.
Mary ***
