It matters not your intent nor will for a molehill is a mountain in the hiding.
To rise suddenly by a millimeter or two.
Surprises.
All is written some profess.
The pages rustle freely in the Autum breezes to rest and suggest with majesty.
But the story is amorphous.
Till final chapter and fullstop.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC
It matters not your intent nor will for a molehill is a mountain in the hiding.
To rise suddenly by a millimeter or two.
Surprises.
All is written some profess.
The pages rustle freely in the Autum breezes to rest and suggest with majesty.
But the story is amorphous.
Till final chapter and fullstop.
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