What lies inside of me, is entirely purged of heroes and warriors I am terrified of the immovable, the unadulterated, the profound My hands shiver weakly at the sight of a heavy hill Narrow streams soaked in the pebbles of uncertainty, Grab my heart and feet with sweat and fear I am a feeble, fragile, […]

via The Whisperers of Mawlynnong — Fast Flowing River