Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm > Writing | WritersCafe.org

If any good should come near it would only be a sting...........

I am looking at black ink waking up the words that cut through me.......

When your fingers dare to take the wilderness from this land............

Inside of me you will find the silence of hills and valleys...........

You have to feel something if only for a second.............

He tunes the bonds which hang on the mirror of the sea, revealing deep meanings in the vaguest air..........

I can only dream of mysterious lands where I stop and stare.........

Soft shall be the calling of flowering trees that speak in rain

I read living lines that pierce my waking heart upon each lovely page I see.......

You linger in love letters and sleep deeply within souls...........