KaYa - Collection of Stories

Deep rooted caves or pearl white shores,  Into dense little cities or furnished woods I will follow the trail of your rested scent. Hopping through each stones of time One moment, one second Following them etched footprints,  Through seasons, through calenders. To watch in peace, in the end What the world holds for us Just pain, or more pain?  But never regrets!

Lavender mousse like eyes, Butterfly blues in mine. Untold secrets in layers, Wrapped with dusky curls. Under the shades of still life, We marched into the day! We met without haste, No destiny to taste. We set far from nest, To the land of many tales. Under the shades of still life, We marched into the day! Your moonlit face oblivious To the noon street theatrics. Paintings blurred in puddles Canvasses branched through thoughts. Under the shades of still life, We marched into the day! We crossed armies of metal Nimble hands held tight. We crossed arrows of doubt Feeble hearts held straight. Under the shades of still life, We marched into the day! Harsh sun came down upon Pressing the burn of heat. Sour sea pulled back out Holding her breath and breeze. Under the shades of still life, We marched into the day! We laughed we lived We talked a bit All those words mouthed Not knowing time passed Under the shades of still life We settled into the day! As clouds moved over For th...