JCL : Writing

My darling fusia

My darling fusia

A Poem by JCL


Empty space is filled with your scent,guiding me through places we never went,replaying words that were never said.
Withering roses

Withering roses

A Poem by JCL


Though the sun keeps shining,these roses no longer expand.Though water keeps flowing,these roses wither in my hand.Though I keep spraying them with pe..