Tuesday, 5 August 2014




What is there to say
 
Something as poignant as a work of art,
 
But something so simple as Hello,
 
Wrapped in a bouquet of silk
 
That rustles in the wind,
 
But never heard,
 
Only Felt - momentarily.

 

(((ashiel.august 3, 2014.sunday.1903hrs.)))




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