My Yellow Diaries
Golden pages, turning rapidly.
My mind, that tightly apprehends,
the stories we'd penned before,
how can I forget you, my friends?
Those regular long aimless walks,
far and near with my tight knit group.
Spending immense time...
My mind, that tightly apprehends,
the stories we'd penned before,
how can I forget you, my friends?
Those regular long aimless walks,
far and near with my tight knit group.
Spending immense time...