.
Who are you my friend?
You remain unknown to me
Despite the long years.
Your face is as clear
As your name is written plain,
But you are shadow.
The words are fading
From those chiseled souvenirs,
Yet I find I smile.
.
.
Who are you my friend?
You remain unknown to me
Despite the long years.
Your face is as clear
As your name is written plain,
But you are shadow.
The words are fading
From those chiseled souvenirs,
Yet I find I smile.
.