March, broken soldier, unto that dark horizon;
A shining city is waiting there for you.
Dream past the darkness, your own sun is rising,
Wake! For the dawn comes anew.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
A Beginning
Hello there. Welcome to my writing blog.
This is a place for creative overflow: finished and unfinished poetry, stories, fragments, ideas, anything. Everything. Most of it probably won't be worth reading.
But if you are reading, please feel free to offer your opinion. If something intrigues you, or horrifies you, or whatever, I'd like to know. Your insight might be just what I need.
Thanks!
Emily
This is a place for creative overflow: finished and unfinished poetry, stories, fragments, ideas, anything. Everything. Most of it probably won't be worth reading.
But if you are reading, please feel free to offer your opinion. If something intrigues you, or horrifies you, or whatever, I'd like to know. Your insight might be just what I need.
Thanks!
Emily
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