Whatever season it is. There is always a new song. The beauty is that the old song does not die, it exists with the rivers, the mountains, the ocean, and with the season itself. So will it exist as I am alive and so will it exist, as I die.
Daily Prompt: Bespoke ‘Twas hard to say where you came from? Your eyes bespoke, you’d traveled long. Your grey hair testified your wisdom. Didn’t you come from some
via Daily Prompt: Vanish He sat there for a moment and vanished into the wild. As far as I was concerned, I was left thrilled, curious,
Daily Prompt: Construct It was raining heavily that morning. After a series of hot and stifling days, the rain showers finally drenched the earth. It certainly brought
Looking out of the window holding a cup of tea with a book in my lap, I say to myself, I’m not lonely!