Life. Travels. Books. And everything in between.
On a sultry March afternoon
His hands wobble. Her blood smeared letter kisses the floor.
Like a notorious child
Sun paints my house red,
the streets, the sky & the sea.
My heart yearns. You stand next to me, I want to speak but words freeze inside me. You sit in front of me, but my eyes shy away from making the contact.
Love birds of old had rekindled recently and things had been moving smoothly ever since.