Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Survival


Evening was hours apart
Sun went down unexpectedly
I was in my journey
Thick soft clouds
Turning white, gray into black afloat
Sky above was very high and turning dark
My desire to see stars
Stars sparkle bright
Shall fight a fight
To afloat in stormy air...

The Silent Magnetism of Calm Souls

` They do not roar to prove their worth, Or crowd the spaces of the earth; They filter thought before they speak, In gentle tones, serene an...