for the girl whose eyes were sad, glistening lakes

You were quiet but visibly upset; our time was too short. There was a stirring in the autumn air. At first it appeared mere shades of green, but there were other distinct colours, explosions of browns, reds, blues, of yellows. Then, if only could I, with my too human heart, extract from this a generalContinue reading “for the girl whose eyes were sad, glistening lakes”