A Song Unshared
Life is a song. A song heard, with the blue of melancholy. You realised the moment is shared alone. No hand to hold, not shoulder to rest your head. The musical Beauty. The soft notes gliding upon an ivory scale....
Life is a song. A song heard, with the blue of melancholy. You realised the moment is shared alone. No hand to hold, not shoulder to rest your head. The musical Beauty. The soft notes gliding upon an ivory scale....