A friend in need
I walk alone,Over fallen leaves and stone,Following a scent, a voice,Fading around the bend.I hurry alone,Among trees shorn,To my love, my master,Who really needs a friend. – Praths
For the year that was.
Fall Memories A year just shed its months,Memories made,Moments lived,Farewells bade. Most (of which) will stay behind,In the year that was,Fading and yellowing,Until it never was. But a bright few,Will… Read more For the year that was. →
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