Thursday, September 18, 2014

Touch has a memory

How grateful, touch, ’cross this distance that she yearns,
when memory pleads, and she, at last, returns.


Jan said...

This is so touching and so beautiful, William.

My blog disappeared for about a day. I have no idea where. But this morning it is back and everything is still there that I can see. Must be the season :)


William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan. Yesterday I noticed it was missing and grew concerned. But then a few minutes ago, I saw it back again in all its glory. I’m glad.