Standing on a cool green bank
watching a bowed stream move
through the shoal toward a far-away
sea secure in it journey’s end, endless,
rocky weather worn and grained. 119 more words
I have the tips of my fingers wrapped around knowledge.-Hero Finesse Raven.
An intimate relationship was seen. It started with a boy and a girl. Whispering under the willow tree, above Barkers Brook. 169 more words