Bits inside me murmur like rivulets on days where the current has picked up pace and I sigh through gusts of air moving over the large ripples over the water. My chest just wants to be engorged with the aroma of golden celebration roses from the garden, yet all I feel is tension from the trailing plants around my chest. Bits inside me keep murmuring in the voice of soft rivulets.
Little Secrets
hellenbarroso 