By K. P. S. Plaha I am followed by a host of memories,Memories of you; like spring's breezeOn my skin: a rousing tease.I was deeply alone when I met you.Never thought I'd meet someone and yet youChanged my life so I can never forget you.Yes, I want to turn around, back again,Bring you along so … Continue reading Memories of Spring
Academy of the Heart And Mind 