THE CHASE OF CHANCES

THE CHASE OF CHANCES

T’was a bright morning, She clearly remembers. When she woke up, She saw darkness flowing steadfastedly. Deciduous and Coniferous Trees, Kissing dark clouds. Then she saw pairs of eyes. Glowing ones, glary ones and the hollow fake ones. Slowly she gathered the courage...
An old lily of the last century

An old lily of the last century

The lilies grew old and withered, Imprinting the soil where it fell.   She died, he died. Wilted flowers missed them both. In its memories lives a couple, Full of heartache, love and poetry. – Emily Parker

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