Chance it, hand it over, put it up.
a faceless walk
a silent wish
that I might find you on a wall
not random, but coming face to face
after fifty years.
I still love you.
jeanne simonoff
Chance it, hand it over, put it up.
a faceless walk
a silent wish
that I might find you on a wall
not random, but coming face to face
after fifty years.
I still love you.
jeanne simonoff