writingfromtheheart

The birds chirp above my head,Singing songs for all to hear,Flying across the orange sky,A 'V' formation way up high,Flying beautys slice the air,Ever so slowly and ever so lightly,The ...

Chapter 1"Ay, Rose. Got a smoke?" I ask my partner, shaded in the shadow made by the buzzing sign at the old gas station. The only noises are the buzz ...