a voice which sounds, even now, like a soothing key. as low as the sea.
a hand icily cold. pairs of eyes blazed and bold.
kindly evening, when impatience and forbearance seemed to go hand in hand,
like a happy aged couple.
a voice which sounds, even now, like a soothing key. as low as the sea.
a hand icily cold. pairs of eyes blazed and bold.
kindly evening, when impatience and forbearance seemed to go hand in hand,
like a happy aged couple.
INDIRA LARASATI DEWI/18/INDONESIA
whimsical writer | peculiar photographer | front-seat singer | rain worshipper | monochromatic monster|