You and I, we are the same, our souls belong in poetry, our faces in artistic shots.
You just made me smile which in turn is growing into a grin. People must be wandering what has tickled my fancy. Who has amused this lonesome soul who has not taken her eyes off her books in hours, or said a word to anyone. I wander what stories they are concocting in that minds of theirs. Just hope that they have a tiny bit of imagination.
You were born at just the right moment,old souls like us can’t be part of the age and history that we love so much.
As we create our own memories, we learn from the past, knowing how things should be done.