We took our last step as the tangerine sun rose from its slumber.
I gracefully bowed to you.
And with a smile, I said, "Thank you for the beautiful morning."
I turned in a different direction on the grassy hill to create my own path and find my own story.
We'll see each other soon, perhaps.
Take care, Max.
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Roses and Candles
PoetryThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
