by Neruda Love Song » Thu Feb 23, 2012 1:10 pm
Alexander thought how he was going to do this. She was getting close to home, which one it was he didn't know, but he knew. He pulled out the sack, still silent. Quickening his pace he was soon behind her grabbing her wrist and holding them above her head and them pulled them behind her back with as much gentleness as he could. He slid the dark sack over the girl's head, waiting for her to panic and calm down. He glanced at the sky, cursing it. Stars watched him, disproving it seemed. The moon hid behind a thin curtain of clouds, as if it didn't want no part. Looking at the girl, Alexander wondered what he had done,
I have to leave chicken smoothie, but I may check up now and again. Sorry.
God is the greatest artist
To whom no one can compare,
Streaking sunsets very beautiful,
Painting rainbows in the air.
Brushing green the hillside scene,
Blotting blue the sky above,
Splashing flowers 'cross the ground beneath,
Shading white clouds with His glove.
Of the wonders God has made
There is none that is so fair
As the smile He paints upon your face
When you realize He's there.