There somewhere lies the story

In the closed bookLies a storyOf past memoriesmixed with fantasy Eyes read the writtenWords conjure the pictureMind weaves the storiesSome regular, some crazy In that lies that white housewith that fence, bright greenThose flowers in the gardenRose, lily, daffodils and daisy Those thoughts and feelingsAnger, envy and loveThose relations and conversationsSome silent, some noisy ThatContinue reading “There somewhere lies the story”