Royina, I’ve heard the moon can still be seen,
From a corner of your terrace
In the oldest colony of the city.
The full moon. 105 more words
Tales of the wretched
Ashok and his mother – chapter 2: Bread for the baby boy
24 September 2015
Annie scurried hurriedly along the sidewalk, weaving her way through the crowd that passed by her unseeingly with some of its male components almost knocking her over a few times if it were not for her stocky build. 888 more words
Let me tell you something, assuredly and without any rancorous intensity. Vituperatively, I die another death, each time, I dream of your deceitful flair. Naked and alone, frightened, you came to me, from beyond the substantial shadows of soil, born from which, on whose face the dark flower advances, till the petals of your whiteness defeat the contemptible of night. 174 more words
If you’ve been a Christian for a while, it’s quite possible that you’ve heard a message from this passage of Scripture:
“And to the angel of the church in Laodicea write: ‘The words of the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the beginning of God’s creation. 941 more words
alone and wretched.