Camellia II

He strolled down from the office                                                                     On a day of mixed emotions                                             Walking under raindrops                                                 He made a dash for undercover                                                  He saw a bookshop open                                                            It was busy with perusers                                                  So he walked in … Continue reading Camellia II


I met her at a cafe she was on a common wall out of many one from behind the counter, standing tall She grew impatient quickly and asked me if I own my home No, I’m renting; I’d retort (what business was it of hers I thought) that’s personal – for me to know and me … Continue reading Choice