Nightscape
Fog horns sound though air soaked in blackness. All evening long listening to hiss of trucks, cars. Shadows brush across walls as trees trace their branches. Gathering and waving together then swaying apart. While I sleep, stars…
The Writers
Their life is hard, As hard as bonded super glue. But in the meantime, It is also the sweetest. They melt your whole self, Neither with heat, Nor with fire, But with words of thoughts. They get inspired, By nature.…