Blue moon...
When will all my hopes arise?
How will I know him?
When I look in my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
For one moment that, to use a cliche, seemed suspended in time (think slow motion), I did look into my father's eyes. Startling sky blue eyes. The emotion in them is hard to decipher. But there they were, staring deep within my own ( Read more... )
How will I know him?
When I look in my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
For one moment that, to use a cliche, seemed suspended in time (think slow motion), I did look into my father's eyes. Startling sky blue eyes. The emotion in them is hard to decipher. But there they were, staring deep within my own ( Read more... )
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