I trace the pages,
of that old hand-me-down book,
marked with ink stains of the past,
drifting into the memories of a different time.
I trace the pages,
of that old hand-me-down book,
marked with ink stains of the past,
drifting into the memories of a different time.
I am a dreamer and a writer who loves to ponder on the words of the soul.
March 13, 2014 at 3:38 pm
I love those old books filled with smudges, underlined words and phrases, written quotations, etc…
March 13, 2014 at 5:08 pm
Me too! 🙂
March 13, 2014 at 4:22 pm
Loved it
March 13, 2014 at 5:07 pm
Thank you !:)
March 14, 2014 at 9:57 am
… “the memories of a different time” : BEAUTIFUL !
Thanks gain.
March 14, 2014 at 9:58 am
Thank you, for you kind words! 🙂