Are you the solid ground?
Stones move with steady resolve,
shaking the whole Earth.
Are you the fresh air?
Breathing in travellers' sails,
unburdened at all.
Are you the cool stream?
Reaching down into the deep,
refreshing within.
Or are you the fire?
Inextinguishable, a
passion that survives.
About the Creator
R F K
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The Light Turns
It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
By John R. Godwin2 days ago in Fiction
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