#3309 – Stories
On some days,
Words do not arrive.
So I begin to think,
Of that which I feel.
It is then,
That magically,
Words pour forth,
Capturing thoughts,
As photographs in time.
On some days,
Words do not arrive.
So I begin to think,
Of that which I feel.
It is then,
That magically,
Words pour forth,
Capturing thoughts,
As photographs in time.