poeticmemories
She looked down at the cookbook that sat at her side, hands still gripping onto the spoon as she slowly stirred the pot. Inside, a liquid flowed around the wooden utensil, ignoring the obstacle and following the path created.
As dusk settled over the horizon, the two leaned on each other and watched the sky shift and change colors. Dusk always brought the lovers together for it was the time Earth met the spirit world.
The taste of wine rolled off the palette of her tongue, sending a warm sensation through her body as it tumbled down her throat. With closed eyes she savored the taste; sweet cherries and a hint of roses.
Single cell organisms deserve more credit. Sure, they only have one cell but a little can go a long way. Cells make up who we are and yet we discriminate against single celled organisms.
I would like to predict that my future will be difficult. I predict that it will be filled with love and hardships, raising my kids with a loving husband. I predict that my fiance and I will have a wonderful wedding.