- I see a friend dressed in fine linen as the sea roars. She needs a person who always smiles: someone to hold out his hand when the ocean engulfs all that is precious in this world. There remains a time where complicated things don't matter. That's where you'll find me; within a time where life is just simple smiles. Outside of the hurtful world where we die ten thousand times, there's a world where life is an innocent adventure. The funny truth is that this world is not fiction; it just happens.
- by Peaceful Hermit |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 09/18/2009 |
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- Title: Short Prose
- Artist: Peaceful Hermit
- Description: A short prose inspired by love.
- Date: 09/18/2009
- Tags: short prose
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