It was springtime in Japan, and Sayuri was glad. The cherry trees were in bloom and the warm air was filled with their fragrance. It really is wonderful, thought Sayuri, how everything seems to come...
This Is My Rock
by David McCord This is my rock And here I run To steal the secret of the sun; This is my rock And here come I Before the night has swept the sky; This is my rock, This is the place I meet the...