Enjoying the cool breeze as it mist Maybe even adding a kiss on the wish list

WEARY THE VISION Weary the vision these tired eyes seeMany lives crossed some no longer beSome still in our lives from the pastSome paths never crossed again left aghastThese thoughts vaguely come and goSeems like a silent picture rerun showThe vision is weary no need to live the pastSo much to live for all endless…