Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Why?

Soft murmurings 

Carried on the wings of a breeze, 

Lost in space 

Not knowing 

Why. 

Breeze turns to gale 

Murmurings become screams and 

Shouting 

Why? 

Only God knows! 

 

◄ Who is this sod called God?

Gone on holiday! ►

Comments

No comments posted yet.

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message