“The only thing of value in this life is to love and be loved.”
I started listening to the wolves and the timber, wolves and the timber at night…
I wake in the field with the cold and the lonesome—the moon’s the only face I see
So long, so high….
...All the nights reflecting in our chance connecting
help me find the meaning in the life I had with you.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map