Memories from Childhood
Some would say move on, but how can I, for no one has laid hands on me for a year. There was a boy who came every day. He loved the walled garden, he explored every nook and cranny. Marvelled at…
Some would say move on, but how can I, for no one has laid hands on me for a year. There was a boy who came every day. He loved the walled garden, he explored every nook and cranny. Marvelled at…