oneword.com

It was pressed between the pages of an old book; a rose petal from days long since passed. The scent had permeated the leaves of the book and even now it still lingers in my mind. It filled the air when I thumbed through the book and brought with it memories of the day it was placed within. I would always think back on it fondly.

Posted By ballisticzeppelin On 09.25.2011 @ 6:20 pm