The stolen smile
Giant figures in the sky moving around in the wind as I smile, 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 there in plain view of all. Flower gardens turn to fields of dust, and toy soldiers are standing, straight and tall, slowly disintegrating into the sunset rust. War intrudes into Natures play, taking... Sign in to see full entry.