As the night cold blows through the wooden frame chinks.
It shall not numb my excitement.
It shall not dampen the zing and feverishness in my tummy.
Neither shall it puff away the delight of my past.
For I have always been preoccupied by this jou…
http://bit.ly/2a2IVyX

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s