The persistence of myth

The stories of generations float through space, living on in the minds, hearts and discs of untold millions. If the world were devoid of the human race, its myths would live on still, lying dormant, until an intrepid adventurer stumbles on a memory bank - and the stories would burst forth like a raging flood, bringing the race to life once again.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Love

You may throw all you've got at me,
All your hate and despair,
A life of hopeless tears,
Sad thoughts and all your fears
I'll take it all and anything more
And I'll still give you
Unconditional love.
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