The Journalist. The Philosopher. The Lover. The Lawyer
The men of my life have gone. They are part of the past now.
An Era Has Ended.
I fell in love again. All Things Go. All Things Go.
Time to Move On.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Fractured fact-fictional writings of a creative contributor...
2 comments:
We will always belong together, move on...!
It is true that all things go. But, the things that remain can be identified as true friends.
Post a Comment