She's now dressed in white
with a dozen Calla Lilies at hand.
He's now poised in black
with two golden wedding bands.
Everything went in slow motion
as they both walked down the aisle.
Could this really be love?
YOU ARE READING
Under the Midnight Sky
PoetryA collection of memories from the forgotten past. A reminiscent of savored moments which never seemed to last. A tapestry of emotions woven into art. A fragment of soul from a fading heart.
