Home to our deep roots-
The story of who we are
Soil of the earth.
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Essential to us
The story of who we need
Water for our thirst.
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A breath brings us here
The story of our life line
Air to all our days.
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A blaze of our sun
The story of our demise
A fire will come.
About the Creator
VJHD
The subsistence of our lives will live on in our words, forever encapsulating our feelings.
Words are the centre point of our existence. If we never write anything down, did we ever really exist at all?
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Nice! I especially loved the one about the sun. The eventual end of the heavens by fire. Excellent Quadra H.