Saturday, June 22, 2013

Here and gone


The essence of our kind
is love that grows as knows the mind

here and gone and sung
in perfect time



2 comments:

Jan said...

So many things in life come and go and we all know how fickle love can be...hi, William!

William Michaelian said...

It’s we who are fickle, Jan. Lovely to hear from you this morning!