Furniture of my heart

Welcome to the humble abode of my heart, Just mind your head a bit, And leave your shoes in the steel blue shoe rack, In the hallway of the inferior vena cava. … Let me invite you for tea, In the autumnal red atrium, Passing through the tricuspid door entry, Leaving our rancour outside. …Continue reading “Furniture of my heart”

Saving grace!

And she, lost in her tremulous monotony, Walking across the crowded street, Taking one calculated step after another, Heard a hearty chuckle from a bench, fixed under an old oak tree. She stopped in her tracks and turned around, To see where it had come from, Bothered not because it was too loud, But moreContinue reading “Saving grace!”

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