The hot coffee brewed on the corner of the table. Aroma in the air and my heart in the copy of the book by my favourite author. Taken back to a time I knew not existed. It was a palette of new feelings, Swirls of new emotions. Moments meant to be stored in amber.
I remember a time where the night sky lit with stars And the air was filled with the smell of sweet flowers. Daffodils I suppose, a field full of them. Winter is approaching so is the chill brought by the wind.
Hey Mirakeeans! As we all know, "Sarahah" has hit the internet like a storm. Sarahah is named after an Arabic word for "honesty".
Write a poem, quote or tale about/for a fellow writer on Mirakee or a famous personality you adore. Don't mention their name in the post, let people guess in the comments section and later on, you can reveal who the write-up is about. Let the fun begin!