Spring light in the sepia sky. I remember when joy greeted us in the morning. Time moves with reckless abandon. Every decade carries a scar. Tears drying in the night. Good intentions were wounded by the abrupt goodbye.

Every Moment is a Story.
Spring light in the sepia sky. I remember when joy greeted us in the morning. Time moves with reckless abandon. Every decade carries a scar. Tears drying in the night. Good intentions were wounded by the abrupt goodbye.