Stand calm and cool in the billowing breeze,
Stand the test of time, the vanishing seas
Dream of days long past and those to come
Those who remain, and those who's time is done
Fear not the ghosts who moan, and in the darkness dwell
For the quiet daylight watchers are ever most fell
which just goes to show that i really shouldn't ever be permitted to write, and presumably why i hang out on a photo website rather than a creative writing site...
i had the idea to participate in the micro fiction challenge, but am drawing a blank other than stupid rhymes rolling around my head... i wonder if this counts?
And you say you can’t write?!