Sunshine; rising from the trees Filling up the leaves With its ever present glow The Icognito Writer: In reponse to Three Line Tales - Week 52 from Only 100 Words


The Flower On The Wall

I started off as nothing more than a painting; a mimic of what the real could be. But as time passed and rain fell, I grew; I became what the real was. Just like your dreams; all it takes is a little faith. In response to Three Line Tales - Week Forty Six from Only …