I wish you,
A tune in the soles of your feet,
on the tip of your toes that taps and dances you,
a rhythm in your hips that sways you
in wild abandonment.
Smiles that creeps on you unexpectedly
that quirks your mouth upwards,
crinkles the corners of your eyes
and gleams them bright.
Poignant thoughts that softens your heart
and fills you with longing…
“You cannot cross the same river twice”
We think we are full stops. unchanging. but at best we are commas, in a sentence, a pause if at all, before the sentence takes shape and continue giving meaning. Most times, if there is congruency the sentence makes sense, and has a flow, so we don’t always…
