George Knight
Stories (3/0)
The Unknown Composer and Writer
Words from the mind guided by the heart It’s like a pen to paper. Words gliding smoothly across. The wind brushing passed the trees. Bringing them together in many different lights. Back to life as we revive the words from the heart, shining brilliantly, continuously stretching our minds looking for that; feeling, that compassion.
By George Knight4 years ago in Poets
The Horses that whistle
In the never-ending fields, where the grass whispers with the morning mist, moving softly through each blade, the due droplets giving that morning freshness of fresh cut grass, with every breath and the sun shining down warming everything that it sees as the coldness of the early morning frost leaves like smoke rising from the ground, like a fire with no flame, the air fresh, the soft crunch of the frosty ice under your feet with every step crystallizing a cast of your memory, you stop and turn around to see your path of no return.
By George Knight4 years ago in Petlife