Starla
06-22-2004, 04:33 AM
ancient memory
of a summer long past
young together
not meant to last
the page left blank
and mind to wander
over the hills
beside our lake
your golden hair
caught in a whirlwind
alone my fortress stands
Tristan
of a summer long past
young together
not meant to last
the page left blank
and mind to wander
over the hills
beside our lake
your golden hair
caught in a whirlwind
alone my fortress stands
Tristan