There’s a moment of quiet vertigo, Before my plane must kiss the ground goodbye. And in that moment I do not know Why I am leaving for another sky. Advertisements
I see no beauty in this hill of stone; It reeks of time and the forgetful years. This was a place of wonder once, enthroned By god, where thousands prayed away their fears. Today, the pilgrims of a latter age Care not for faith and other things unseen. Cameras click. A picture’s all the rage … More I see no beauty
It was, Junhao supposed, about time to admit that he was lost. For the last few hours he had been walking towards the series of flats he could see above the tree-line, but he seemed to be getting no closer.