Elayna

AgingI am Old, old as a Victorian home I creak and crack like the walls that settle. The frown lines on my forehead are like the sorrowful paint sagging on the eaves.Aging
My graying hair flows like the Grey smoke from the chimney on the roof The sounds of laughter, screams from tickling and slamming doors of disagreement Have disappeared, and so my own ears are devoid of these treasures
The smells of kitchen cooking and bubbles baths are no more So too slips away the scent of my rose perfume
Unlike the empty rooms, my eyes are filled .. with tears And my memories like those tha
A simple thing
Snuggle
Hover
Best Friends
Hearst Castle pool Original
Hangin out
Field day for the IRC
Hearst pond closeup
Hearst Pond
Hearst Castle
Putting out the flames
Fire Fighter Hero
bowl still
Blossom
Autum
Alive
Style
Soft as a .....
Poppy field
Purple Haze