Love Letters
Dear Tristan,
Tragic endings make for great love stories.
But our story wasn’t a love story….it was just tragic
Love,
Isolde
©Nathalie M. Viorato
The Memory of Rain
the rain is warm now.I can feel itwet, sharplike acid trickling downfrail, unprotected skinsliding into my eyes;every tear cries for you,every tear burns.©Nathalie M. Viorato
