With a mere breath, warm and sudden away she flew, delicately gliding seeking her way to you, untethered feather, cooing her coo… A dove’s bitter sweet cry, murmured endlessly from the skies, never going tired never giving up. Fly feather, fly! Restlessly sail among the clouds, tiny vessel, swirling white dot, spread your peaceful…… Continue reading Flying feather…
Watching out of the window, she couldn’t pronounce “Christmas”… Having slept merely a couple of hours, still having the night before’s conversation with Mother across the throat, yet another reality too hard to stomach for a holiday morning… She wanted to raise a white flag. But when she looked outside, her sight blurred. With…… Continue reading Twenty fifth…
Words unspoken, feelings never admitted, bad timing, perhaps. Confessions carefully laid kept like a treasure, precious yet a secret that might not get to be told… Love wrapped in a perfect letter never sent, waiting for a chance meeting again, maybe, someday. #NovemberNotes – Letter Never Sent * Young Summer…… Continue reading Letter never sent…
Can’t you hear the sound of thousands of hearts sobbing loudly? Can’t you feel the pain of so many lives aching from your broken promises? The night is cold, and we struggle to believe the light of dawn will indeed come… But there’s still hope, we still dreams, we’re alive, waiting for you to…… Continue reading What about us?
Hiding behind a painted smile, wondering… Letting days go by, and silently weighing in the pain. Is it really worthwhile? She doesn’t want to hear the answer, this voice within screaming words cutting deeper in her soul than the sharpest knives. Pretty dress, fancy shoes, perfect make up… Studied camouflage making her look like a…… Continue reading The End?
Dear Life… I am sorry. As one of the about 7 500 000 000 human beings living right now, I am sorry. I will not appologize for the about 7 499 999 999 others, just in case you decide to punish me for us all, but believe me, I don’t feel too proud to…… Continue reading Dear Life…
Lying in bed, she held the phone close to her ear, trying to carve in her mind each and every word he spoke, knowing they’d most probably be the last he would grant her. She was not quite past the shock of coming back to an empty house yet, but she now managed to…… Continue reading Don’t you wish…
My broken body like a dead leaf blown around and about, away far away from the warmth of his ever soothing words… Living on the hope, hoping to crawl my way back to the greenhouse where we used to garden our dreams together… Please leave the door ajar…
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She looked at the barman, as he brought the bottle to her and poured her a glass. – Excellent choice Madam, if I may say. “Oh, you may”, she thought, but she just slightly nodded. She watched the dark red liquid filling the elegant glass, and picked it up the counter. She was giving…… Continue reading Pinot Noir…
Cyranny's Cove 