Children of war
B i g puffy clouds, gigantic figures in the sky moving around in the wind, changing shapes forged in my dreams, coming to life in the light of a sun that beats down hard on the sea and on the sand. Many look at them but none see the meaning that they hold for me, and with time passing the story unfolds right up therein plain view of all: Flower gardens turn into fields of dust, and toy soldiers stand straight and tall slowly disintegrating into sunset rust Sign in to see full entry.