By TheFeatheredSleepPosted on January 6, 2017 There beneath the street light fused over with dying bugs there our hands met, enfolding in paper entreaty what would they say if given tongues? the lost years whistling a familiar tune when once we were young Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Categories: UncategorizedTags: #beauty, #dreams, #faith, #inspiration, #learning, #life, #middle-age, #poetry, #prose, #relationships, #truth, #understanding, #writing, #youth