Petites affaires de tout les jours...
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
And then, there was you
The most unexpected feather fell in my hand a month ago. I decided to keep it close to my heart for a while.
Nowadays, the feather flies freely in the winter storm yet always comes back to me.
"For you my sweet feather, my window will stay open so you can visit whenever. I shall be patient and wait for you..."
I'm starting a new chapter.
Monday, December 22, 2014
Sing a song
You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or their fancy car,
but because they can sing a song only you can hear.