
Poem From a History Notebook
The notebook in my heart bears your name and reads of beautiful places and past times, destroyed.
The notebook in my heart bears your name and reads of beautiful places and past times, destroyed.
We know a rose loses its petals, but what does the rose choose to do with them?
During the last sunset on Earth, my brother & I play checkers. Not chess, because he took classes while I never did, & that made it uninteresting for the both of us.