He stands by the shore, watching intently, brows knit; the rugged contours of his face caressed by the sun sprawled across the midday sky...and those storytelling eyes - telling a tale of a hard, long, arduous wait... He wears an ancient robe that seems to have been lent to him from the man he used… Continue reading The Ships Are Coming In
Category: Fiction
Ishaism – January
"I used to think I was fleeting fiction, you made me realize I'm perpetual poetry..." © Isha Garg
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