A woman with a pen in her hand and stories to tell.
I held out my hand, my palm open wide. “Take it” I said. The man before me looked at me quizzically. “There’s nothing to take.” he said
By Ruby G.3 years ago in Poets
I made it to the top of the mountain. The view was a sight to behold. I paused in the Lord’s presence. I meditated on things that were.
Do you ever miss someone you’ve only met once? Someone who you knew you may never see again after that first day together.