Nov 17, 2021
2AM pita bread
Red wine curled in the crevice of my tongue
Clouds soaring past us unnoticed
Stuck in each other’s eyes
There will never be enough
In this calm I find in your storm.
2AM pita bread
Red wine curled in the crevice of my tongue
Clouds soaring past us unnoticed
Stuck in each other’s eyes
There will never be enough
In this calm I find in your storm.
Writer at heart . Short stories . Always trying to find the fine line between fiction and non-fiction .