#ramlahwrites

Surrounded with the things I love and perhaps a person as well, sharing loving anecdotes under the gleaming sun; 

Growing roses, jasmines and tulips, filling the land with flora and greenery, and when things go out of order at unfortunate times, I can sleep under them, drowning away the pain; 

Hoping to adopt and raise fifteen cats with love, perhaps I can grow as a person between these four walls of my own; 

In the cottage of brick, I lay surrounded with what I love; 

At liberty to do what I want, Baking bread and cinnamon rolls topped with caramel drizzle;

Feeding the varieties of birds that visit, and watering the baby succulents that sprout up;

It is clear what my direction in life is; 

What I long for is solace, books, flora, members of the feline family and a cottage to call my own, sharing fruits and bread;

I don't care for the piece of the moon, its only love when my heart skips a beat when they perhaps share a piece of their orange with me, or the chocolatey bit of an ending ice-cream cone;