This Will Be the Last Time
the cat lies on my lap while my father is still alive. No use forgiving rock for being rock or white clouds always passing…
Read Morethe cat lies on my lap while my father is still alive. No use forgiving rock for being rock or white clouds always passing…
Read MoreThe moon cannot, it has no mercy for the drowned names. But someone will remember, yes? The generations exchanging hands. Only the joys of…
Read More