In the rich, warm and velvet abundant
night, I sought to reach out and touch
droplets of rain which hung from your
lashes. Believe fervor is thorn as virtue
is roses red dripping upon the floor as
your voice burns into a restless mind.

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Posted for ‘Quadrille #57′ @ dVerse Pub

and on ‘Tuesday Platform’ @ Real Toads