by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
SOL25-1125 High we held our umbrellasas we reached for each other,wandering through the cityin the springtime of our love. Raindrops played our sweet love song,echoing unspoken words,summoned us to dance ’til dawnto the rhythm of our hearts. Raindrops fell like...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 27. Spring after spring, our very old pear tree is like a gigantic fragrant bouquet. The old pear tree is loaded with white blossoms. Then after the blossom petals have dropped, tiny perfectly shaped green pears begin to appear. By the end of...
