We all know how they spread. Or saved, bearing interest.
Intrigue, shadowy, a possession laden with trust,
surrounded with security.
Perhaps best avoided.
And yet, romantic and mysterious.
I think some one once said that?
Tonight I want to write poem, but i am not a poet so if i might beg, don’t be to hard on me.
Two souls connect through orange.
Life is full of insignificant detail,
But connections are made. Fibers build.
And somewhere there is crackling. Like energy in the line.
No prediction can be made.
Like a boulder atop a hill, there is latent power.
Heres to friendship.