Life,
Like time,
Changes,
Never bothering
To stay the same.
And these differences
Stir the very waters
Of our souls,
Sometimes catching us
Half in,
And half out,
Part frozen,
Part open;
An action
Uncontrolled,
Or an unfolding
Of expectation.
The surface turns,
Rippling,
Waking from the slumber
Of what has been,
And what never will be,
Again.
Kim Jong Eun è morto. L'esercito nordcoreano è ora al comando. Il loro nuovo dittatore militare, il maresciallo Ko, crede che con un'invasione totale possano raggiungere Seul, a sole 35 miglia di distanza.
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so true it is pure
enjoyed!!!
"The more things change the more they stay the same," I believe the old adage goes.
I like the title, it grabbed my attention and your style of writing is smooth with excellent cadence.
Mari
Reindeer