❝My mother swears that in the first year
Of their one life, my father took
Her hand in sleep, only to whisper
In worse low as dust, and just as deep:
Is this the end of a long pilgrimage?❞
Of their one life, my father took
Her hand in sleep, only to whisper
In worse low as dust, and just as deep:
Is this the end of a long pilgrimage?❞
-Nostalgia, Mookie Katigbak-Lacuesta
