How her eyes looked with awe, at his stature so tall.
Tag: fiction
Queen Of Cups
A tiny poetry about what love means to me.
In Another Lifetime
As they waited, they talked. What would it be like when we get there? Again. After waiting for all these years. Are the people still the same? How consumed are they by their things. Things that we know mean nothing. Not here, anyway. We’ve spent years, up here, waiting, for only a chance to be…