A Gentle Stroke of Spring The soft colors of peaches mix with strawberries, The dots of watermelon seeds fill the spaces in between, Quiet caresses of honeydew sing With underripe avocados underneath
When Daylight Comes At sunrise, my window catches the folds of colors. Leaves swaying from the trees. Beads from your bracelet scattered – left behind. The memories of us fade into the sky. You are no
there’s a golden ring tied to my necklace My back is pressed against the tiled floor. A chill goes down my spine and I realize this cold surface isn’t getting any warmer. My eyes scan the popcorn
