Poetry strong a subtle story without subtitles breathing out words to grow on or avoid ideas pressed in the winds of thought hold tight the cards place the bets take the winnings and then the door tears for hope and faith to the end
We are stones upon stones. Caves of memories. Mountains of thoughts, oceans of tears and deserts of dryness. Buildings find wonder with our foundations, curious with our moving about while not planted in the ground. We each possess a veneer, some of paper others of steel. Time tests the heart for strength; stepping … More STONES
Roger Singer 