These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

Morning



warmth seeps
into white cup
and stirs
the slumbering granules
into a most potent brew.


5th September 2013
August Bernadette 
Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...