Friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Lieven Grillaert earth’d up, here lies an imp o’ hell, planted by Satan’s dibble; poor silly wretch, he’s damned himsel’, to save the Lord the trouble…., 16 years cannot be doomed, only youth will be mistaken damn darn damn
Lieven Grillaert Death is in the flower’s heart Why to cry for life of any petal ? Death in purple ink of weary pens Betrays the written yearnings …On his scented paper. Death is laughing in his cry; His broken heart forlorn upon the sleeve. Death ignores the plight of any purity He doesn’t care or […]