The Sparrow’s Demise
Death smacked into my back door tonight.
Death smacked into my back door tonight.
what is a Dream? a wish? a sigh? a wistful look at days gone by? a feathered thing, afraid to fly; weighed down by the doubt in life. . . bravely fighting for the chance to try? what is a Dream? opportunity? need? a selfish craving resulting from greed? a noble, heart wrenching hurt that…