desert by Hannah Miller

hannah miller
Feb 24, 2017 · 1 min read
  • Travel the back road into solitude where
  • Thousands of seeds lie dormant
  • Waiting , waiting endlessly for the rain
  • Which will spring the rusty key and
  • Sprout them into impossible being
  • From the light sandy floor
  • Craving the silence, you wait
  • To hear your own barren…

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Story telling was a part of my history. I grew up on an Island in the Atlantic where oral stories were told for entertainment.

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