* Rolling Stones While ancient arches stare Wide-eyed, at the languid Leaves and slippery moss walls, Stones roll along the stream Into the vast unknown, Searching for the distant Place where restless, merry Pebbles skip and frolic, While gathering no moss, Even if they know there is no satisfaction In trying to escape the rhythmContinue reading “#Writephoto ‘Rolling Stones’ Thursday Photo Prompt #amwriting #Poem”
Rereading Jane Eyre 