A single glance a sudden dart of painstitching her eyes before she made a sound . . .
A single glance a sudden dart of painstitching her eyes before she made a sound . . .
To be rocked by the Infinite!
I am not done with my changes.
Old myths, old gods, old heroes have never died. They are only sleeping at the bottom of our mind, waiting for our call. We have need for them. They represent the wisdom of our race.
Blue poured into summer blue,
A hawk broke from his cloudless tower,
The roof of the silo blazed, and I knew
That part of my life was forever over.
I can scarcely wait till tomorrowwhen a new life begins for me,as it does each day,as it does each way.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories