Stories of the world, swivel in the air around me. Walking is a man, tears trickling down his face. A lady with twinkling eyes. The child and a smile divine. Evil lurks in the corners too. Dancing shadows of lore, coming home to lure unsuspecting souls. And there is me of course, the observer turning to stone. Stone to sand, in a faraway land. All stories will, the test of time stand. Great short stories of the world. The title of the book,last read and now on my writing table. #words #tejaswiniaura #poetry #writer #stories #title #yqbaba #lastbook
