The quite place

It was a picnicJust Him and hera quiet placeDeafening silence prevailedFilled by the roar of waterHe seemed to say somethingThe bark was incessantThere was nothing to worryShe saidin a calming voiceher voice drownedin the falling waterThey were safeEncased by the logsIn their secret placeNo one would trouble themNot even her parentsNo one knewThe rising watersContinue reading “The quite place”