Dan is a Day
Dan is a dayClearly loved, adored and desired.You sit and lookAnd talk and talkAnd somehowMy hair slightly touches yoursFor a sec. I move,You look,You move,I smile.I look at your hair,You ain’t bald this time,Has grown a bit,Looks cool,Look handsomeGrayish and curly a bit.You look,I smirkYou smile, I look.And we walk.I stumble,Not in shape,Push you a…
No
“Let’s just be nothing to each other,Daniel,” she said.He nodded and said,”I understand, I do understand, let me think for a second again.”“Let’s be nothing Daniel,Nothing is forever, Daniel,”she said while her eyes were crying under the glasses. She took them off, cleaned them with the end of her dress, removed the tears from her…
𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓜𝓮
𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳,𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳.𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘊𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘸.𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘵,𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺-𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧 𝘰𝘯.𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺-𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴f𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦,𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺-𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘛𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰…
Cry Baby, Cry
I write, and then I cry. I don’t know why. It is like getting to understand how deep my desires and my sorrows are, how impossible my dreams are, and how the whole beauty coming out of it doesn’t make any sense. It’s like seeing into it, and finding out that you are probably the…
FIRST DREAM
She stood right before him, A little bit tinier, thinner, A little bit more afraid than ever. She gazed up, right into his eyes, And then she traced a touch over his lips, With the trembling fingers, Conveying her heart. She drew a touch over his cheek, Sparsely covered with a rough beard, And she…
RAIN DOES NO HARM
It’s raining, but with no sadness. There’s a lovely wreath between us and nature today. It’s made of raindrops and content plant leaves Perching on the window sills. The passers by are getting soaked, Under this heavy splash. But there’s no hurry to get home. They hide their heads partly Under the mushroomy umbrellas, Dragging…
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