Seven thousand followers and yet how many friends? If I were homeless, would you lodge me in your home? I were starving, would you share with me your food? If I were dying, would you donate me your bone marrow? If I ran out of salt, would you mail me your tears? If I were … Continue reading To Continue, Or To Quit?
In my wildest fantasy you are walking on the street On a rainy day, Wearing not a miniskirt But tight black jeans, Carrying a fancy umbrella in one hand And your smartphone in the other, Your browser open to my blog, Which you read with keen attention, So much so that you're utterly oblivious To … Continue reading To A Reader Of My Blog With Whom I Am Secretly In Love
Woman, may I compare you to a rose? The rose is short. You are tall. The rose is narrow. You are shapely. The rose stands still. You move, you are liquid grace. The rose wears one fragrance, pleasing enough, but only from up close. You wear many fragrances, ever changing with your shampoo, soap, toothpaste, … Continue reading Woman, may I compare you to a rose?
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