This is a poem of how a lover who has gifted roses in Paris by her lover one summer asks her partner, who is in a long distance relationship with her to sing and fill her room with memories.
Intelligence was drawn in the books of the gray city. Somewhere an old cello plays in the rainy streets. A woman sits watching the world from her balcony.
My 101 word story βΊοΈ hope you like it.
Iβve written it a while ago and sometimes I am astounded π³ when I re-read my past musings. Who was I back then?
This is a poem of how a lover who has gifted roses in Paris by her lover one summer asks her partner, who is in a long distance relationship with her to sing and fill her room with memories.
Intelligence was drawn in the books of the gray city. Somewhere an old cello plays in the rainy streets. A woman sits watching the world from her balcony.
My 101 word story βΊοΈ hope you like it.
Iβve written it a while ago and sometimes I am astounded π³ when I re-read my past musings. Who was I back then?