There I was, waiting, as a pilgrim.
For the procession to cross the rainbow bridge.
To my astonishment.
You picked me from the crowd. Ran down and drew me up.
Kissed me on the lips. Everyone clapped and cheered.
They wished us so much happiness.
But I must never speak again.
Except as a blind prophet.
This blog might contain posts that are only visible to logged-in users, or where only logged-in users can comment. If you have an account on the system, please log in for full access.
Total visits to this blog: 1404595