LOVE KNOWS NO DISTANCE, FOR LOVERS ARE NEVER REALLY PARTED.
THE PILLOW She clutched the pillow, In the dark it was all she had, He was gone, far, far away, In a war she did not understand, Death and loss, separation too, She was alone, her love absent, The pillow was something shared, A prop to conversations hush, Deeply intimate, much conversed, Of all... Sign in to see full entry.