Written by Jacob Ibrag
The air tasted different when yesterday called
me. Never have I felt so nostalgic and frozen. Why does
everything keep coming back to the moment I heard your
voice? Remember when the rain stood still as I covered your
heart with my lips? ‘Young and naïve.’ that’s what the eyes of
others whispered all around us. For a spark in time, we were
intertwined and lost within each other’s minds. Don’t blink
you once said, and I did. You disappeared and left me with
your scent. You’re standing right outside my door
soaking wet, smiling. Moon reflecting off
your emerald greens. Don’t blink.
Art by Tim Lelek


Just beautiful
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Thank You 🙂
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That’s a great piece.
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Thanks Kwame 🙂
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