• oluwanifemi 5w


    Just as the droplets of the rain water touch our lips, while on the meadow, stood I and my love basking in euphoria.

    Then a blast to the past under the moonlight, our faces beamed with smiles, and just like yesterday we were tending to the flowers around the mistletoe.
    Who would have thought we would become distant?.

    The fragnance of the lilies joggled me back to the present, you were gone for good. We were bidding ourselves goodbye. A las, emotion doesn't falter much.

    Like the flowers hoping that we may cross again and pollinate to rekindle that once forgotten connection.