Sadness
It is foggy with queries that simply rise,
knowing too well they have no answers.
It is strung with the year-end farewell tune.
It is foggy with queries that simply rise,
knowing too well they have no answers.
It is strung with the year-end farewell tune.
-Written By Robert Lewis (Reading Time: 11 min Approx) It had been eighteen years since I graduated high school, and through fate I run into an old flame in the grocery store. Mandy was still just as beautiful as ever, Read more