I heard a poem within the rhythm of the ticking clock, then tried to capture its beats of midnight within the lithe lines. I whisper the lonely love songs even though a reply never comes back. I see the subtle shades … Continue reading In Two Days
You could always find her blowing dandelions as they carried pieces of her heart upon the breeze. Even after forty-three years, her eye lit up with the possibility of hope. She often whispered the word just to feel the heaviness … Continue reading Emptiness
She loved to imagine that she is from a different time. She placed a chipped teacup on the dusty shelf then pushed back the curtains. She kept her eyes shut as the sun light came flooding in. If she opened … Continue reading Secondhand Love
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