The rain fell softly and slowly,
its pitter-patter lulling the man
into thoughts of comfort,
but never warning him
of the oncoming storm.
This is a book that I am working on. To understand it fully, you need to start at the beginning. Between each chapter there is an interlude. I would suggest that you read these posts in order.
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This Too Shall Pass
When some great sorrow, like a mighty river, Flows through your life with peace-destroying power And dearest things are swept from sight for...
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The smell of grass filled the soldier's nose. For a few moments, that was the only thing his mind knew, the sweet smell of grass. Inhali...
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The soldier slumped to one knee. He was wounded and he was tired. But he was not just tired from the day's battle, which was far from ov...
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"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no o...
4 comments:
Hi. I've just read chapter 1 and interlude 1. But I decided to post here (and not in chapter 1) because I was afraid you didn't see it.
I'd just like to say, with my bad English, that your posts are really just wonderful... I felt an affection for your blog... because I write the same thing, everyday. Unfortunately, I suppose you will not able to read it because it is in Portuguese, my native language (I'm brazilian.), anyway: http://diretrizes.blogspot.com
I've found your blog when I was searching for "sadness"... because... I feel always sadness. You are so far from me, I suppose, but I can see, it doesn't matter where somebody is, the problems and the feelings are the same.
Contact me:
MSN: silasdb@hotmail.com
Skype: silasdb
e-mail: silasdb@pop.com.br
Bye.
P.S.: Apologies for my bad English.
Thanks alot Silas!
Your english isn't bad at all.
Dude... I know sam liedke (frined from georgia)... but that was awesome poetry!!! I'm a poet myself... well... meh...
Thanks.
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