Trickles of hope

Seeping down deep

 Slow and sure

Visitation nourishing in revitalize

Breathing life to a dry and weary land

When the rain drops fall


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Continued From The Signal…

He sat at the edge of the bed, half-dressed, staring at the dresser, his teary eyes staring forth, robbed of all expression. Two more agents, male and female sprung inside, their fingers on the trigger. Everything seemed to come to a standstill as the four of us exchanged uneasy glances in a moment of indecision.

It was dawning on us with incredible detail, the First Room, the nerve centre of the Nation’s moral decorum was playing host to an unusual guest this eventful evening! Continue reading “DESIRE!”

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