Thoughts of Freedom
A ray of sunlight flickers across my bench, how I wish that I might reach up and escape through the skylight. Instead I am incarcerated in this hovel of a prison. Who am I ? I was once the Right…
A ray of sunlight flickers across my bench, how I wish that I might reach up and escape through the skylight. Instead I am incarcerated in this hovel of a prison. Who am I ? I was once the Right…
The melody of a harp being played, drifted like a warm ocean. Slowly surrounding people. Like the scent of a rare flower, it found ways to impart its message. Passionate kisses flowed like thick Devon cream, as the dance floor…
It was impossible to find privacy, where ever we went the paparazzi followed. They gave no opportunity for us to discover our future. In fact they dictated our future. It was an evil day that they discovered our relationship. Within…