We were but strikes of lightning sealed in a glass jar,fumbling about,nowhere to go. Exhausted, we conducted ourselveswith a slight curve of enthusiasm,sprung to life…
Poet & Storyteller
We were but strikes of lightning sealed in a glass jar,fumbling about,nowhere to go. Exhausted, we conducted ourselveswith a slight curve of enthusiasm,sprung to life…
in a downpour of rain.the world fades away in a flashof white.the rain slants and drizzles,Beginning to fill the gaps of potholes.And crooked cracks left…