Feeling blue was supposed to be just an emotion, from laughter to fading smiles, in a reverse gear goes the promotion. Working one moment, losing hope in the next, they ask me to talk to them but I can ever explain it on call, in person or on text. In a recurring cycle, the weatherContinue reading “The Crime”
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You and I
It’s cold. the snow, the rain, the hail. Where do we go? Run into the woods? Run to the small shelter? A bleak fire lit inside the cabin. We ran hand in hand, I shivered but it wasn’t the cold. Drenched in rain, clouds scattered across the sky, pouring heavily. Nothing for the next 100Continue reading “You and I”
Helpless
Mountain wind, mountain mist,hoping nights would last longer, rooting for the circumstance with a closed fist. Gale gushing through my hair,magic of the mountains calling my name,people say this infatuation won’t last, in my heart I know I don’t care,the world will these menial things forget, but I shall dust them as they bloom inContinue reading “Helpless”
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