• tushki 5w

    Autumn of 69

    Leaves are turning golden brown and falling away with the breeze flowing across, indicating that the time up and the tides are slowing down. I still remember your last words which are still fresh in my mind as fresh as your scent from my clothes. I might not able to hold u, kiss u or be even present before u. But I'll still be there in your distant memories from the autumn of 1969.
    ©tushki