Saturday, July 12, 2014

Blue


A whine in her voice; an old battered ball;
a world, with teeth marks, rolls down the hall.



3 comments:

Jan said...

So many pictures came into my mind as I read these words, my friend. It is one reason why I love your writing so much~

William Michaelian said...

Thanks very much, Jan, for your kind words, here, and on your blog.

Bhagya Shree said...

You almost took me there..

xx