brainstorming
June 24, 2006
she whispers into the night
calling upon the wind
a message of hope
to the forgotten ones”you’re not alone, there are others like you”
the winds feed the message through the streets along the sidewalks, through the gutters to the dry dusty corner of town called The Cave to where the children sleep. In their dreams, they hear her message and know something or someone is coming.
