We stand by the docks, our emotions in letters
They float in little wooden boats, pushed by the winds of our affection
For in the deep corners of our hearts, rests the hidden mail box
Out of the reach of society
Where eyes can’t see, nor hands touch
Tag: Father
Happy New Year lovelies! I know I’ve not been the most consistent but hey, it’s a new year (dawn). Here’s a little something for both Christmas and New Year. Enjoy!!! …. I am but a child yet I have often…
