The Memoir

When the southern lights struggled through the murky cloud,
My Eyes unfolded a golden ray of hope,dragging me away from the slumber land;
With a halo of viridity hovering above,i heard a voice from the past breaking the silence,
An ethereal appeal to come along,to sing along an epode of love,laugther ,tenderness and togetherness,for all these times; [Read more…]