My Secret is that I’m Winged

The red tulip in his buttonhole, his kiss on my hand. Mere courtesy. Alas. Futile was my quiet word. He left, and my mind got clear and empty again.

“You don’t love me! Not wishing to cast a glance! O how beautiful you damned! And I can’t fly again, although… I’m winged from my childhood.”

 

Lara Biyuts.

My Secret is that I’m Winged is a post from: Adventure and Learning