She smiled at me
I smiled at her
surrounding one another…
We all have something!
As each day passes
one wonders what possibilities await?
Decided.
In awe she shall be!
Category: Charles Dickens
Fagin’s Supper
Life is made up of
cobble stones which break you;
don’t yield, for the stale bread
and mulled wine
is all that we have left to give.
The Golden Tears 