Sunday, 29 May 2016
WHISPERS
The sun kissed my face,
It played me gently with grace,
The sky was blue and white,
A perfect union of dark and bright,
Friday, 27 May 2016
DIARY OF THE MONTH OF MAY
It has been the same every other day;
I'd enter and buy a cup of coffee,
take a sit, and sip quietly while looking around the café at the busy looking faces.
You'd enter, walk slowly to the counter, as if in a ballet,
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