Sep 18, 2022
You may have missed the bliss.
The day I turned to mist.
Yet I was there if you care.
To tie into the affair.
Hidden from hungry eyes,
Facts behind facades,
Trying to be someone else,
A dance of cute charades.
In décor, a song intensifies a moment. Imagination connects to it, unleashing deeply emotions. Everything is inciting. Lips of inspiration kiss the words. Poetic Essences spread ’em out. A velvety aroma pulsates chic for those who explore Flash Fiction, — Un P’tit Je Ne Sais Quoi
Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.
