Torn asunder from her slumber
In the hour of half past three…
The child knew the tyrannical regime
And followed instinctively.
Hearts have a voice…sometimes they whisper~sometimes they shout…sometimes they sigh~sometimes, yes sometimes they sob softly. The Muse invites you to be a part of her Enigmatic Evolution. Prose, poetry, quotes and short stories will evoke thought and emotion~motivation and inspiration. Are you prepared to take flight?