Tell me why now your smiling photos hit the left side of my body and find a pathway carrying grief to my eyes then on that same handkerchief of yours... (Caption...) (Read caption...) In the mystery of finding fact and fib, you appeared to inundate my soul like a sully blanket hugging the truculent tree in autumn, just to provide comfort even in dark times. That lame heart mumbled in the ears of this nomad itinerant, who despite of being a dilettante in the journey of aloof path where seeing hapless clouds appear like a way to home. As, it provide a reason to abscond. You were much more than the old leaves that indeed have to shed but I tried to protect their essence by keeping them between my novels. You are much more because I can't afford to lose your essence, the smiling faces still smiles in the still pixels of us but why those memories always leave me clasping with tears?
