I hear the passing echoes of winter and feel the warming spring on my face. – Terri Guillemets
You left, and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness. – Terri Guillemets
I hear the passing echoes of winter and feel the warming spring on my face. – Terri Guillemets
You left, and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness. – Terri Guillemets
There are spunky little angels at the top of a bottle of wine and fearless little devils at the bottom. – Terri Guillemets
I heard the teardrop hit my pillow before I even knew I was crying. – Terri Guillemets