His memories live
in his worn out
woolen blankets,
full of holes
and frayed at the edges.
His dreams dwell
in faded tattoos,
barely visible,
yet the pain remains.
©️mark tulin
His memories live
in his worn out
woolen blankets,
full of holes
and frayed at the edges.
His dreams dwell
in faded tattoos,
barely visible,
yet the pain remains.
©️mark tulin
That’s beautiful.
Thank you.
I really like your poetry and therefore have nominated you for a liebster award: https://theglobalaussie.com/liebster-award-2018/
Thank you, Moira.
Intense.I love it🖤
Thanks 🙂
My memories are As pure as gold! Stories I have under my grandparents Apricot trees! Oh! How precious they are
How wonderful!
Irene, feel free to tell the story.
Absolutely lovely!😍
So moving and powerful!!! Bravo!
Thanks.