My Last
I heard her voice in the crickets' sweet melody late in a summer evening.
I saw her beauty in a single red cardinal lit upon an evergreen pine in wintertime.
I felt her soul breathe new life in the cool warmth of a spring morning.
I smelled her perfume in the earthy caress of that fall's sunflower harvest.
Now the...
I saw her beauty in a single red cardinal lit upon an evergreen pine in wintertime.
I felt her soul breathe new life in the cool warmth of a spring morning.
I smelled her perfume in the earthy caress of that fall's sunflower harvest.
Now the...