Thursday, 27 August 2015


The gerberas were perfectly set.
Coupling together with the faded blue glasses and the morning sky. 
The velvety green grasses awaited his arrival every morning along with her.

Cheese was his favourite, as he had always mentioned, asking for more even after finishing up the slices, ignoring burps that spoke for his stomach but not his mind.

She laughed in her thoughts, while sipping the tangy lemon juice that painted a picture for  those old days, when it seemed they had few but was more for they had each other. 


Skin & Bones Or Emotions

What Are you made of Skin  &  Bones Or Emotions