Hope bounded over the mountain, happy to be born Fumbling in her pockets, searching for a pen And on some paper she wrote out details…
Short stories by Gavin Ayling
Short stories by Gavin Ayling
Hope bounded over the mountain, happy to be born Fumbling in her pockets, searching for a pen And on some paper she wrote out details…
The heavy sky, burdened by the weight of piled clouds Loomed and threatened the labourers toiling on the exposed hillside A shaft of hope sprung…