Our River

the gentle whispers of the trees' breeze. the tender murmur of river's flow. the playful tweets of the little birds. these sweet sensual delights are the reasons why we used to visit this river. the river we called ours. today i clutch unto you, unto your vessel. your vessel made of cold porcelain, a stark contrast… Continue reading Our River

River of He

and i won't mind floating aimlessly like a forgotten leaf of an Autumn tree as long as I can float and float freely on the river named after my he. — P.S. Because I ate some extra cheese today ❤ and I got so little time to sneak in between office works. -_- 03.22.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading… Continue reading River of He