F
l
o
w
i
n
g
through
gentle winds
withstanding ferocious
rains. High above the earths
grand surface. Stretching to the sky.
A self-made string tethered to its maker.
Never fading, it brings beauty with its departure.
A kaleidoscope of colors painted over.
The time is almost at hand.
The importance of
its actions so
significant.
Rest now
fallen
leaf.
YOU ARE READING
A Wandering Mind: A collection of short stories & poems.
Short StoryA mind is ment to wander, to see beyond reality, into worlds unknown.
