Colossal sky-ships, the clouds drift by
They expect a passenger but he wasn’t ready for that
The storm bending the willow, rustling is always comforting, like thousands of souls whispering.
Copyright John de Gruyther 2017
Colossal sky-ships, the clouds drift by
They expect a passenger but he wasn’t ready for that
The storm bending the willow, rustling is always comforting, like thousands of souls whispering.
Copyright John de Gruyther 2017
A writer, amongst other things
A Journey through Life & Imagination with Books
!Write Your Burning Heart Out!
The stories of those who walk the fine line between the reality most people know and the supernatural reality on the other side of the blade.
Only the penitent moviewatcher shall pass.
