Wednesday 11 March 2015

Patchwork...

Your shores, unbound

The ripples, untamed...



I rest...


A cornered clutcher...









The leftover coffee, all of it

Feeds within...



The words unsaid, needless...









The busy cityscape, crowded bus, inexpensive life


Wears, what remained of






You...  Me.....

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