Can you still remember?
It was a lazy afternoon and we were just enjoying each other's company.
And out of the blue, I just asked you a random question. Even I, myself, didn't know where I got that from.
I asked, "Stories and secrets, which of the two would you prefer?"
Like always, you just smiled while I found myself looking into your eyes, again.
"Stories" you answered.
I was left dumbfounded, I couldn't get where you are coming from. I asked again:
"Why?"
"Because stories hold more mysteries than secrets."
YOU ARE READING
Fall
PoetryAlternative title: Autumn Melancholic thoughts, twisted dimensions, and fallen colors Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. This story tells about memories in autumn. As a season changes, there comes another one. The contents of this book are purely p...
