Short stories & Poems – Beneath The Canvas

Art on rooftops

My neck was swaying with the rooftops as my eyes were seduced by the artistic ensembles of colours, shapes and stories.

The unseen journey in their hands….

Walking side by side, hand in hand they enjoy the world together once more like they did all those years before. From the outside, it appears as if these frail beings hold one another for the physical support. It’s only with their eyes can they see that time and patience has preserved love that sawContinue reading “The unseen journey in their hands….”