Sixty six is no age, said a voice Which only served to fill A vacancy with emptiness It’s no age to die that is As if picturing the deceased Staring...
My dad looked, not unlike a classical sculpture, roman nose, hollow cheeks, almond-shaped eyes, tanned skin, close wavy hair. He was sporty, he could...
Jack glanced at the window, it was dark now and their meal was finished, his heart sank, he knew it must be late but he didn't dare check the time on...