OpeNinG blInDs

Opening Blinds softness of the green grassadorned in new clothes after the rains fill them with a kissa comfort to the painful soul the feet feel the luxury of loverains made with the green turfonce the skin meets this comfortmind overpasses the problematic stuff the pale eyes rekindle with joyvibrancy engulfs heart and mindjump and… Read More OpeNinG blInDs

poOr tHinGs

Poor Things MY Clothes Hangers are finding the clothes heavyHelpless dust is adhering to gravityHope filled closet keeps staring at me‘Hang on a little more’ I say, ‘Will soon come to thee.’ MY Foot Wears Magic they long for, for the momentMoving to adventurous places, they dreamMask of dust is making there look filthy‘Master, Master’… Read More poOr tHinGs