Just the person who loves writing. |
I walked along the pathway of this
seemingly foreign street, with lights...
We are breathing the same scent of french
lilacs against the current of clashing winds...
Standing closely now, only the words
waiting to be unearthed separates them...
I know of our affinity as encompassing nothing.
It hangs on separate air...
Learning that this agitation may be
a product of our minds' guesswork...