by atma anna christ


“The inferior intelligence will always accuse the superior intelligence for cheating”

The laundry was done , the errands , cooking, arranging the flowers and the day was softly fading into the night

Cats were happy as they had fish she did not answer the phone and she did not want to go to work again.

She had her long hair dry under the sunlight and turned the armchair toward the door.

Cheating indeed the devil one fool might say

Or interfering with the unknown

Oh my God Veronica this dress is really black…


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