FOR YOUR GENTLE, OR NOT SO GENTLE CONSIDERATION...
SUNDAY SILENCE Storms have passed, Sunday, silent and alone, Only the wind breaks air, Far, far from home am I, Here I sit, for rest, solitude, Not choice, but cold necessity, A cruel mistress if ever was, Removed from land and kin, All to serve greed of others, Much taken, dreams remain, Upon these... Sign in to see full entry.