Where children play by the shore.
Furious waves roar
Teenagers playing Cricket scream 'four', 'four'
You and I -- reaffirm our vow to be together in ungodly hour.
That wasn't serendipity. That's destiny. My mother wasn't there anymore. It's stark, pitch-dark. Colossal, abysmal despair. Then, I found her: My Lightning Bug. -- For my Print and E-books: Go here, please: http://pothi.com/pothi/ Here's my E-mail address: firstname.lastname@example.org