Remember that dark night, we shivered and ran… ran miles, cold air pinching like thousand needles. That bloody night… that cold body of Bob… the water of the fountain, becoming red… my head spinning and lips becoming white…
Remember?
Remember those days, the dusty abandoned church! Our hideout… Remember the pretty morning mist…gold and silver… ’ Why it can’t stay all the time?’, you asked.
‘Nothing go can stay…
Nature’s first screen is gold…
Her heart is here to hold…
Her early leaves, a flower…
But only someone knows…
They least obsessed to live…
So it isn’t said to grief…
So dawn goes down today…
Nothing gold can stay…’
Remember this Jonny…
Gone with the wind into the hills and dales, your soul, but you seem to be so near…
Missing You…
Ponny Boy…
Today, I have seen an excellent movie: ’The Outsider’… In this, Jonny and Ponny Boy are good friends. Jonny dies saving some children off fire. This letter is my reaction, as Ponny Boy.
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