My mind drifts as I take my cup of tea
When the night is black but sparkled with the stars
And that when I look to the vast sky above
Mem'ries of you, so beautiful, they made me smile.
The night is silent as the crickets sang
I am loss for words and yet it began
The wind whispered the words to tell my Jack
I miss the man, who makes my heart glad.
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Missing you afar
Posted by Episteme at 8:30 PM
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