My Father’s Rain
Make the rain touch his soul. Water down the anger. Thunder booms in the skies where the dark filters out any light. Falling drops find his heart. Simmer down the… Continue reading
Make the rain touch his soul. Water down the anger. Thunder booms in the skies where the dark filters out any light. Falling drops find his heart. Simmer down the… Continue reading
She saw him in the shadows; staring and intense. From across the room he winked at her as she was dining with her friends. Taking her dog for a walk one night, she… Continue reading
His soul died at war He’s home, but the perished part Searches for his grave *Inspired by Oglach’s The Art of War, IV; Godlike (Photo from mrsunderground.deviantart.com)