Mute undercurrents,
oft underestimated,
until the tides rise.
oft underestimated,
until the tides rise.
Linking with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge
Somewhere out there
Some nights hold deep conversations, lingering sweetness, fading desires, and distant howls that remind us the world is still awake. deep c...
-
The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
-
It was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...
-
“ Chubby cheeks, dimple chin, Rosy lips, teeth within, Curly hair, very fair, Eyes are blue, lovely too. Daddy’s pet, is that you? ” ...
No comments:
Post a Comment
Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.