Sunday, 30 March 2014



Throw my red  heels off as I sat on the sofa, as i sip down coffee from a hand painted cup painted with care evry line trying to tell a story her fingers where like silk what did she mean? Feathers and a butterfly? Thinkg as I taste the smooth rich coffee the smell so divine.

Feathers ment courage to fight off the bad ones, red and brown butterfly ment significant news on the horizon .

By: sugaronwheels

Written for :The mag213