the page remembers her, remembers even after she’s gone;
the warmth of the soft candlelight she wrote by
the cool feel of tears on its face
and the brush of trembly hands inking
magic on its surface.
the page remembers her, remembers even after she’s gone;
the warmth of the soft candlelight she wrote by
the cool feel of tears on its face
and the brush of trembly hands inking
magic on its surface.