Saturday, February 19, 2011

Wanderer (Interlude 1)

The sun had set at the Lake of Sunsets. The Wanderer gazed out from his window and saw people were hurrying to have their dinners. He sat and pulled out a piece of parchment. He reached for a quill, dipped it in the blackest ink he could find and he wrote:

Look at love, you may dream
If it should leave, then give it wings
But if such a love is meant to be,
Hope is home and the heart is free

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