Vision darting through dark alleys,
Head spinning; world, a whirling gust on an an empty landscape,
Of memories gnawing at the lyrics of a song,
Threshing it; clothes for a walk in the park
A Silent Place (This is a story. Read the last post first and then move up)
3 comments:
Powerful!
Hiya, Thanks for visiting and for email. Will respond later....nuch too much happens now! Rgds M
yuck.. the manners, stance and behaviour of both the characters are such slaves to their respective gendres. the pensive, terful, pregnant last meeting.... cliched.
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