Run away. Make no haste.. Let's be strangers again. But what will you do when the air smells of Lavender and mint? Honey, try as you might, you cannot cage the wind.
Lush green my earth, Bougainvillea my sky. Blossoms showering upon The Fragrant pages of the novel I hold. Mind engrossed in the fiction. Incognizant of the Clouds, Veiling the Sun, Passing by.