HE Won't Ditch You!
When the sultry September gave way to the winds of winter, I smelled HIM. Yes, it was HIM, Death. In the blowing wind, HE kissed away the curly locks on my forehead and neck, and then, whispered in my ears, ' Patience my love... Wait a little for my embrace.' I moved on with a sigh, watching the burdened clouds and the dusky sky. An...