On quiet Sunday afternoons sitting by myself, cold tea at hand, A thousand brooding thoughts Rekindling old embers Of love long forgotten, lost in the blurry haze of time My old heart sails the shore at the edge of memory. What will those words sound like if I speak them now, I wonder Will my…
Roses & Moss.
Sketches of an uneventful life. My thoughts, poems and ramblings, curated in a blog, a minuscule home in the vast internet. Welcome, friend and thank you for the visit.
Roses & Moss. 