The drop hits the window glass and glides down its path. His hands followed their rhythm. His fingers tracing their fall. Each time a drop falls, his heart breaks. “I love when the rain falls” says somebody. “I hate when the rain falls” says he. “why?” somebody asks. He opens the window and stretches his … More Dropp


  Slowly a hand Opens the door. The timid bird inside crawls out. Spreads it’s wings and stretches. Than soars high to the blue canvas, leaving the hues of green behind. Flaps it’s arms across the clouds. Tries to reach to the surface above. The soft blue than turns to midnight, it pauses and floats … More Birdcage