Yellow Throat

Yellow Throat Zamii sat quietly and looked around,  as people continued filling up the little hall. Some stood around, making small talks. A few hovering at the door, peeped in and out. Everyone had been assigned a name tag before entry. There was a welcome stand just outside the hall and the tags were randomly… Continue reading Yellow Throat



They say I will either see Black or White I see Grey Red Blue I see a burst of colours Rich passionate colours I don't see black I don't see white I'm not looking with my eyes though They are shut Not firmly Lightly My lids feel like feathers The oh so soft kind That… Continue reading Untitled