The day and all its sweet remembrance is gone

October morning is wistful and reticent as feeling one after the other threads through fire and frost,  and dialogue takes several turns  from passionate to apathetic in a span of few minutes. Careful would you have entered  into heated discussion could you foresee  how fragile and unassuming my heart? There is silence as starling grieves  should you … Continue reading The day and all its sweet remembrance is gone