Peel’s smile: like the silver plate on a coffin.
Peel’s smile: like the silver plate on a coffin.
It is a cliche that most cliches are true, but then, like most cliches, that cliche is untrue
You Remain As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining…
Stray Birds Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn,…