A dead rabbit!

The land etched with greenery and its earth studded with roots, bright and orange ones like Mr. Larry’s boots. Boots that he wears everyday and brings them home soiled, the very ones that let him check all that he has toiled. He doesn’t earn a lot you see for boots are all he owns, and…

The impetuous heart

The impulsive heart that beats within me wants to jump and leap at everything I see. Like sugar coated words that want to seep in my heart deceptive ,but tantalizing like true pieces of art. And here’s my heart that wants more of this taste but ribs are cages that obstruct this haste. Things can…