Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken.

Category Monologue

Untangible

A few words,Soft whispers,A little breeze,Teaspoon of smile,Conveying wishes unspoken. A flicker on the candleA ripple in the teacupAn involuntary gesture of the handTo touch the unreachableA sudden visit of memory forgottenSurfacing recollections of joy.

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