Simply Red, Man and Women ’87
Every time we say goodbye I die a little
Every time we say goodbye I wonder why a little
Why the gods above me who must be in the know
Think so little of me they allow you to go
Simply Red, Man and Women ’87
Every time we say goodbye I die a little
Every time we say goodbye I wonder why a little
Why the gods above me who must be in the know
Think so little of me they allow you to go
A collective of poems and photos. All photos taken by me unless stated otherwise.
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Thank you so much! Exactly the feeling as you say! Thanks very much for your nice comments!
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Good comment by Mr.Miel! I’ve seen lots of these ‘memorial benches’ – makes me realize the enduring impact and importance of family and friends relationships.
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Great pictures.
Thanks for liking my blog.
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