The cement is filled with flowers
(Breathes)
how powerful the soil is….i feel them through my fingers.
Nature taking over, [they feel] roots seeping so deeply the hue of the fallen rain water turns red.
(Breathes in)
Only i can hear you..only i know the energy running through you. You and I have a special bond.
Rose, Lily, Daisy, Jasmine, Iris, Ivy sweet Camellia, my beautiful ladies how i ...
She feels like spring morning,
Her voice is like the birds that rise before the sun
Always happy and eager to start the day
Her skin has a gentle feel such as the speckles of mist touching your skin
The heart that beats within her chest remind me of daffodil petals, needing care and gentleness
She is a bed of flowers I wish to lay upon, soaking in the energy she radiates...
How’s that book? Is the question i kept repeating in my mind over and over again trying to find the courage to speak to her. It’s been three weeks now, walking into the same coffee shop ordering a large honey lavender iced coffee, caring my old leather book bag filled with a sketch book, pastels,pack of cigarettes and old rolls of film that aren’t developed . Sitting far enough where I can glimpse...
