In The Faces Of
In The Faces Of By William P. Darnell Sr. In the faces of love, I have seen so little of life. In the faces of love, I have searched for expression, have yet to come away with an answer. And it seems I have been, turned away at last. And the face of love, is long ago friend, last seen too many. Seasons hence, but a sweet taste, of friendship lingers. Like carved images of yesterday, in the faces of the seasons of love. Copyríghts © | Creative Essence's Creative Writing™ | Copyríghts © | William P. Darnell Sr. | © All Rights Reserved | The moral right of the author has been asserted | International copyrights © 2003/2017 | creativelywritingtmrrw@gmail.com | wdarnellsr@aol.com | © Digitally Signed | Expires 2020.01.09