Friday, 22 May 2015

Little Bits

Wind in her hair she walks,
with fire in her eyes she talks.

Galaxies collide as her vagabond soul dissolves in the essence of her insanity.

They keep meeting.
Hiding their insanity from vicious judgement.
They kept touching. Carving stories on each other.
They kept running. Away from the foreseen tryst.

But. Finally the hidden desire awakened as time and destiny finally met.
finally halting but yet running.

1 comment:

  1. I liked to picture a lot...the lines are lovely too :)