Chance Narrative

In a casual slant, the russet covers hold unread folios Not even the sharp curious eyes can probe uninvited Dagger thoughts become blunt after feud with truth Only the hands that care and a heart yearns true Have access to that chosen space for mysterious words  Elfish fingers chastened by the melancholic stare Careless cannot untie the covers for whispers can be grave Embrace with a passion … Continue reading Chance Narrative