He walked on until he noticed the girl in yellow, dressed like flower He wanted. Reaching out, to pluck her.
They came together, and came some more Screams of passion leaked through door.
Running, he didn't look back
Inspired, in some measure, by this and in some measure by this, which are both examples of writing as never before ere I dreamed.
- Trenchtownrockalmost 2 years agodigging this piece very much…passion leaked through door…love that.
- Thank you– Arletta
- lightsmithalmost 2 years agoIt transcends the intersection of life’s parallels with unexpected predictability, yet with the expected unpredictability that I seldom omit to seek. There can be nothing that is unsayable about this magnificent exploitation of experiential philosophy. Except what hasn’t already been said.
- Your comment fills me with the verdancy of a delightful interlude in the majestic, lowly, sordid, chaste spring time of our discontent. Above the clouds, toes digging in fetid earth, I transcend .. I transcendYes, I love you, when you talk that way! lol– Arletta
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