Dorothy’s Thirst

It reach its peek her cheeks turned pink like a sunshine blooming over clouds making its entrance to be beautified by the land She looked at him as if he was hers A shelf was dug out from her heart withdrawals of his name as she only saw one man that was him indeed Independently cast out to stare him as he walked in distance The way her eyes would sink in to his presence it’s like he was the Grim Reaper as he snatched her soul and heart right through her body He is a saint a God to Dorothy’s life They are not married but one is involved Although that feeling is forbidden There is not even a joy trolling to see their united happiness I could never tell when Dorothy is sad or happy it always confused me all the time when I walk pass her house seeing her staring at the figment of the sunset The same direction that he would normally pop up like a canoe sailing in a heavy thunderstorms penetrating the ocean You could see her impatient aura as she impose any beings existence She only waits and she only seek to see hers truly although she sometimes wonder if there is any other woman in his head as much as she thinks about him She did think of breaking the wall in inviting his feeling also... Finally he eventually popped up although he was running behind Dorothy’s mental schedule He slowly waved at Dorothy as he walks pass her yard Dorothy decided to speak “Hi would you like to join me for a cup of tea” As she looked at him filled with goosebumps splashing alongside with curiosity on his reply while biting the lower lip “I’d love too” he replied with a huge smile that definitely brighten up Dorothy’s being She felt like an Angel returning to heaven to speak with its God. Ashleigh Ngoqo