Dark ink prints
Of stone-cold buildings and age-old trees
Flickered with golden heat
That wafts under the grasping wind.
A girl that picks white clovers
from the envy green of her dreams
sits in between.
Author: Celina Bao
She imagined a hundred things she could do when she saw that woman for the first time, but she didn’t imagine that her hair would be gray.
It only rained — broken drops fell forthe cold stones,dustingloneliness.Autumn cold felt like pinching white chalk on a […]