AnkyPanky : Writing

zenith

zenith

A Story by AnkyPanky


The droplets of dreams touched the eyes and the warmth of weep induced the fire.The crust craves.The body aches.Mind pumps.Soul thumps.Something more?..
Love. A Language

Love. A Language

A Poem by AnkyPanky


How does love speak ?In the faint flush upon the telltaleCheek.And in the palor that succeeds it;by.The quivering lid of an averted eye.The smile that..