February 23, 2014

Ekphrasis - 4

It was a secret ledge. She took him there, holding his hand. It was the place she used to run to when everydays got the better of her. It was a stranded corner. They sat there for a while and spoke. It began to rain. Softly.

And it didn’t matter who started, but they began to sing.

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Maira Gall