autumn, feminine, life, poetry, womanTrapped November 6, 2020November 6, 2020 Tanya'sopinion Trapped in a fluid body, tentacles of burgundy garbed thoughts oozing out like myriad snake heads. Sniffing somberly, the dark melancholia pervasive in the air and then crawling back, melting again with the red hues. Share this:TwitterMoreFacebookWhatsAppEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by Tanya'sopinion A teacher by profession, a poet by heart and a traveler by love View all posts by Tanya'sopinion
Long time. Good flow and dark undercurrent. Good one
Yeah very busy with work chores, how are you?
Same. busy. But fit.
Great 👍