We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory. ~Louise Gluck
Thunderstorm thunder rumbles. I can feel it, like I feel your touch when you are close: dark, heavy clouds roll in, the harbingers of what is in my heart, a storm #30W
Summer Evening this summer evening enchants me, the sky is a multicolored marvel that paints my imagination. #15WordChallenge
Silence he sits by the window smoking a cigarette she doesn't know what to say to him it's always the same: the smoke mingling heavily with the air and the silence
twilight his eyes made me think of a far off ocean, the color of the sky ##haikuchallenge
Magic nothing could make the pavement touch her magical feet--she walked on air ##haikuchallenge
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