Her trail of memories,
scattered along the stairs.
His line of thought,
gathered all those pieces.
Two forms standing by the door.
Two orbs searching for an answer.
Will you please, have me too?
YOU ARE READING
Under the Midnight Sky
PoetryA collection of memories from the forgotten past. A reminiscent of savored moments which never seemed to last. A tapestry of emotions woven into art. A fragment of soul from a fading heart.
