Recollection Of Dangwa
Going to the lit up street Where blooms and fragrances are born There was happiness, a kind inspired by amiability As the tiny drops of condensed vapor Descended freely, hitting the car's Mixture of silver and grey pigments, Wit marked by attentive caution was expressed in words, hitting the surface where blood flows and paradox lies. A mind oblivious of the possible detriment of personal attachments dubiously questions the person the friendship What's real Yet still holds trust and faith Coming from the lit up street Where blooms and fragrances are left There was obscurity, the kind which in time becomes lucid. About the Author: Nicole Limos is a Communication Arts major who has passion for the arts. She loves photography, design, writing and travel. Source: www.isnare.com |