Nervous smiles
And careful distances
Wringing fingers
Darting glances
Polite conversations
And awkward pauses
Measured words
Without any causes
Once upon a time
What was free and fair
Suddenly is freezing cold
And warm very rare
Their proximity feels different
Not a threat or dangers
Just they who were friends
Are now two strangers
Just they who were friends
Are now two strangers
YOU ARE READING
MUSINGS OF A SOLIVAGANT
PuisiJust like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her. Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
