The rain was falling now. Drop after drop hit the windshield, a mist to glaze the view of the road. Then, it was gone; the windshield wipers had taken it away before I could even say, "Look at … [Read more...]
We are but Stained Glass Windows
April 2, 2010 3 Comments
We are like a collection of broken glass. Some of us are blue pieces stained by tears. Other pieces are red stained by hate or by blood. Some pieces are yellow from times of joy, purple from … [Read more...]
