If objects had a voice, they would not stand still. Perhaps they would form groups and chatter and laugh, their voices will pass through the windows, across the walls of next room, and to the backyard in unison. The floral linen fabric in my closet will desire to visit gardens, and accompany flowers;sunflowers and daisies.… Continue reading If objects had a voice..
The thunderous voice of clouds Echoed my soul The lightning within me flashed And struck in my mind, A presentiment of danger. -SHREYA