Love, Smiles, Poetry & Hope

Love, Smiles, Poetry & Hope

We laid the green grass on the windward side of the hill covered. We sank in the sweet aroma and candy stench carried on the wings of the wind. It was both appealing and suffocating – the aroma of the freshly mowed grass. Tonight, however, was not about the grass. It...
My Doom Day of Luck

My Doom Day of Luck

Regret was written in capital letters on my face. Boiled eggs with hot red pepper were the pencils that wrote that expression. If only I exercised a little restraint when I saw those enticing evils. A few minutes ago, seated by the window at the back seat of the...