Mostly impulsive, depending on my mood and situation around and inside.
I write because it makes me lighter, happier and gives me satisfaction. Giving expression on the events in life makes myself a bench mark for my better tomorrow. Sometimes, I fail to do so. Still writing is motivational and sacred, as I feel it.
Saturday 12 May 2012
Blue Dust
A green breeze sweeps us up, In slow mornings of dazzling jasmine Waking us to red grass Sliding beneath our feet.
We live in the shade, You and I The cold white light between us.
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