#843-Now
He loved when roosters,
Sang at sunrise.
The memory of his smile,
Still echoes,
Around the house.
Sunny rainbows.
Shooting stars.
Things not often seen.
Like him.
Only in thoughts,
And memories,
Now.
He loved when roosters,
Sang at sunrise.
The memory of his smile,
Still echoes,
Around the house.
Sunny rainbows.
Shooting stars.
Things not often seen.
Like him.
Only in thoughts,
And memories,
Now.