letters

I purloined the letters stashed between your luscious books in the shipshape library of my sixteenth spring As I leaf through those lush drizzly lanes, your Lisianthus letters feather my lips, hushing me into my somnolent years A lingering redolence of incense tiptoes close behind me during my brusque truancy to the quaint idyll Sodden,

you may never know

Yesterday I chanced across an unlooked-for benison when my eyes fell upon you… Lounging on the grassy riverbank with your back propped against the Kadamb tree Your long wispy hair waving and flapping in the soft warm breeze Your large hazel eyes, quiet yet so deep gazing at the sunset Your lips fluttered spasmodically as

sunset colours

Her eyes were still fastened upon the ground whilst her lips fluttered slowly.A hushed whisper softly fell from her rosy lips and her cheeks suffused with the colour of sunset.He heard everything. Everything. Photo saved from Pinterest