Ended
The story had a happy ending as such stories might have. Why am I crying then? The white swan watching me from afar asked? Maybe the story should end a different way? Maybe I...
The story had a happy ending as such stories might have. Why am I crying then? The white swan watching me from afar asked? Maybe the story should end a different way? Maybe I...
You were talking in your sleep and the words twisted their way from under my pillow to the moonlight over water. And the willow tree combed waves of shadows from my heart and washed...
Down the memory lane from under the flakes of shadows a word, so precious to speak so vivid to write so powerful to grasp jumped into the paper and a whirlwind of fire found...