Memories of eyelashes break when
The best possible day is an
I've written much, acted more and kissed the sea.
I longed to be bruised by yellow roses.
A broken romantic destroyed by passion
quotes from red memory.
By morning the
as touched by hard, pale life.
The river of memory marked white
leaving a plague of disappeared
I couldn't approve of stealing kisses.
Smoked maple, like most, always remains.