I know because a gray cloud cloaks my soul,
I stand upon the brink of day, though predawn sky’s still dark.
I trust a spark of morning’s bursting light will soon burn through,
2 weeks, 6 days
Echoes of Life
“Ah you’re finally here,” Kat said, putting out her cigarette.
Mike ignored her sneer. “I’ve got 7 minutes. Hurry.”
“Oh order a drink at least; hey Bart!” she called to the barman. 344 more words
3 weeks, 5 days
She tried to reach them but they turned away,
She sought to heal the scars of childish chills,
She strained to listen, words they’ll never say…
1 month, 1 week
I was travelling to Kolkata a few weeks ago, and as is custom, I clicked a few of the mandatory “from an airplane window” photographs. 32 more words
1 month, 2 weeks