
My feet hitting the bricked ground is the only sound I hear Other than the rustle of the wind through the leaves of the Gum tree standing tall and strong As I walk your corridors I can feel your history … Continue reading
My feet hitting the bricked ground is the only sound I hear Other than the rustle of the wind through the leaves of the Gum tree standing tall and strong As I walk your corridors I can feel your history … Continue reading
Today is one of those days that it is just appropriate to sit in the utter darkness, listening to the cars rush by, as the breeze blows through my open windows. Openness: the windows, my heart. I listen, I burst, … Continue reading