Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Another 55 words story......
“No office today?”
He couldn’t let her know today
Wearily he got up and found his breakfast served.
“I have to go early.” Saying this she left for her office.
He nodded his head and as soon as she left, he went back to bed.