He knew it was her favourite flower; He gave her one every spring Little did he know how important that flower would become after he was gone Cancer would take his life before he was able to give her another... Continue Reading →
Abandoned houses have a look about them, like they’ve lost their soul The walls of the castle were broken down The very things meant to provide protection Were no longer able to do their job How was she to know... Continue Reading →
It was 1969, downtown Amsterdam, when I saw him there across the square. This feeling, a connection, but who was he? We walked over to each other and it was like time stood still. Breathless and speechless we stared at... Continue Reading →
Gypsy Aurora Musings 