I see men come and men go, Like the wind on meadows that flow, I hear them whisper deep desires, Like the arrows that the mind fires, I see them chase the city glitters, To finally fall like the tree that withers, I feel their agony behind the smiles, Which sparks a heart-fire from miles, I see them curse the dawning sun, And...
The warmth of the sharp beam of sunrays brightened the aura beyond his closed eyes and his diaphanously opened eyes flinched at the brightness of the rays after the night’s storm. He was lying with his face down on the sand...
(PUBLISHED IN FICTION MAGAZINE, 2014) He knew he should not have trusted Philip this time but it was too late for him to repent his decision. Philip was long consumed in the waves and now, for the obvious omens of ill fate, he knew it was his turn. The sails of the mast fluttered with the fierce winds and the high tide waves...