Hello

Fine print stretched on the linen, easy to slide the thought on the run, the detail of the mark left had its glow, the rusted demons let the mojo flow.

Dancing on clouds, reading through the fingers, mild glance through in between the leaves, the adjusted blur, piercing through the lines smeared by the rains, the mist had its own smell spread in the sweet refrain.

Sharply smooth the smile left its mark, the glance was too vivid to hear the bark, heavy, ordained and yet the disappointment, big details left out of the small entertainment.

Suavely quaint the reference of the meeting, beautiful to notice it was just way of greeting, all in all the purpose of keeping the things was mellow, all he/ they ever wanted to be was just to say hello!