Love is a spring morning all fresh and new, love is the smell of freshly brewed coffee, love is seeing your new born all white and brand new. Love is a puppy seeing his owner as if for the first time everyday. Love is also seeing some one in an old but new way… love is the little things we take for granted everyday.
At 10:30, Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark, The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark, At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked. Sudden, I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street, exulted