The Umbrella Walk
- Writers Pouch
- Nov 4, 2014
- 2 min read
Updated: Jun 4
I opened my umbrella along with my heart for her.
A surprised look on her face immediately drained with the rain, and she took a step inside the temple, where I pray.
Thereby initiating the umbrella walk.
Her voice was so enchanting.
Her face felt like the cold breeze, freezing my gaze.
Little could I hear the outside world.
Little could I see it as if it shrank and shrank until the round umbrella became my entire world
A world with only her and me
