Falling raindrops, pit-pattering on my umbrella, icy cold on my back, streaming down.
Falling sadness, pain washes away, brings back yesteryear's child, in the name of nostalgia.
Falling defences, open to nature's beauty, letting it sink in.
Falling night, silent in rest, in play of words, of images, of thoughts; let them flutter, flip-flop, flourish.
4 comments:
Lovely! :)
Nice post.. :)
Very nice! :)
Fallen angel, HB & d,
I'm almost afraid to show my appreciation in fear of building up expectations...haha..what the hack! A big thank you from me to you ladies...
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