Apr 28
Puddle Words · Words in Puddles When words meet like lips — touch becomes home Some words fall like rain on grey asphalt. And suddenly the sky lies beneath one’s feet. A sky held in a puddle — deeper than the real one, quieter, and filled with a longing even the rain itself had never known. One drop meets another. Nothing remains as it fell. What touches is no longer alone. Water turns asphalt into world. (read on - visit the blog)