In the quiet he appears, and stays forever in my dreams. What he gave us is a love that outlives time.
In my mind each night the moonlight paints his silhouette on empty streets, a wistful echo of hearts he could never hold.
That feeling is a forever only he could create.
- انضمFebruary 16, 2021
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The imagination ... of me and you Mike!
Wistful - Feeling a gentle, reflective sadness or longing, often for...
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