A soft touch like feather. Like snowflakes in winter. On the palms of your hand. So soft. A touch. A gesture. Like no other. It was so cold. …
Category: Chapter 4: Memories you can never forget
She clenched the broken pieces of glass. As if she is used to the ache. Her hands trembled in pain. But no she won’t give in. Day and night, the…
You asked me, If I’d like to go with you. To leave this place. But I refused. I watched you leave. I love you. Grandma. ~S.H.~
And I remember, The soft crisps of dried leaves, Scattered on the pavement. The chills of winds that blew north. The shaking hands… & sincerity. I remember.. The warmth and…
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Tis is for dear Avril 🙂
She closed her eyes, creased Shut them tight. Yet released the tension. As let her lashes touched. In delight. Her head, it turned. Her ears awakened. The sounds of birds.…
And maybe I miss, The warmth of the sun. And the shining darkness, Of the very night. Because all of these. Motivates, me. And made me smile. And laugh, and…