October 16 2016


Travelling to unaccompanied and faraway places
Many backdrops and rocky spaces
Grew worn out, he sank
On the coarse of golden sand
There en-wrapped the earth
Fondling in her tender arms
And he just like a baby
With his laughter broke the silence
Gave in to her warmth
When go down onto the believers’ ears
Wind up and pass on their twitchy elations
Like a pious new start is pictured here with the sound

“This post is for Day 16 of UBC and Daily Chatter

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Posted October 16, 2016 by Novemberschild in category "Blogging Challenges

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I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.


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