While editing A Rainy Heart, mind wanders to another place, the forgotten era of time past. Words appear so I write them down, for the next novel yet uncertain of the title. My friends, readers and writers, what are your thoughts on these few lines? Thank you.
When I see the stars hang in the sky, the light from them makes me want to grab one and keep. How I wish having many hearts to dangle before others’ eyes, yet I possess only one.