These flowers, she had nurtured for months, looked sullen today. Droplets had crystallized underneath the white petals. She shook them off, letting it splatter…
Whispers
Whispers of her mind often lost in dreamless nights, full with shooting stars. Haiku Horizon prompt Full A view of Darling Harbour
Yonder
Long forgotten are winding roads, And purple sunsets over oceans cold, I count the days in ticks and tocks, Kindling the fire with memories…
Thursday Poet’s Rally week 16 ::Empty Cradle Rocking In time::
Here’s my entry to Jingle’s Thursday Poet’s Rally week 16. Any one can join the rally. All you need to do is leave a comment in…