Thinking back,
what I remember of you are nose bleeds and temper tantrums and the image of your body, sailing ever so gently through the air. No signs of the trauma that was to your head and heart and all those crushed bones. Just all that graceful and strong and light that was you, flying like the angel you became.
0 Kommentarer
Lämna ett svar. |
Jempan
Både prosa och lyrik Arkiv
Oktober 2017
Categories |