Silence speaks to me in my artificial wanderings. Go out But when I do I roll in the grass, its warm prick inviting, the stiff soil and clouds respond and keep the sun in check. Nature produces a hope of its own, but in its wake, my conscience, does not want to be alone. “God, … Continue reading All Man-Made Roads Lead to a Dead End
Any magnificent or outstanding person may seem bright But like the sun, they have their own shadow, their own secrets. They still stand up for something that necessitates a fight Even though not aware of the outcome, they will have no regrets.