I dream of the battlefield says the fiery glint in the warhorse's eyes as he trods sullenly across the mesa. Distant flashes of light without noise are the sky's reminder of ancient battlefields.
Author: Nick Saba
I'm a writer who practices ultrasound. Poetry is my passion, and Irony is my best friend. On my free time I take pictures of people's organs to help radiologists make diagnoses.
The Bird's Song 