Roma Kay: Storms of the Mind: A Pocket of Time

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

A Pocket of Time

The horse's feet go clip clop as the water from the trees falls drip drop. For a moment I am sent back in time, where no asphalt covered the streets, only cobble stones. All around grand old oaks reach up, and the Spanish moss grows down, both working to hold each other in the present. A drop of... Sign in to see full entry.

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College student by day, writer by night. Of course the nights with my key board will soon be taken over by shifts at the local E.R. (more stories to share) Writing is the only thing that keeps me sane. You never know what will be posted. I enjoy reading, riding, and deep contemplation of life.Non-ficton, fiction, poetry, rants, you name it, I'll eventually write it. I have this under the poetry category because it is my first love as far as language is concerned.

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