It's a reminiscence of an epiphany I had of myself, well, of the writer in me when I will be old and frail. Will I remember my own words?
This one is..
A Letter To Myself
Will you remember this time?
Words that flew from pages,
And stuck on to the walls of your heart,
The warmth you felt, the comfort it gave,
I hope these don't wash away with time..
Words that flew from pages,
And stuck on to the walls of your heart,
The warmth you felt, the comfort it gave,
I hope these don't wash away with time..
