The Prophet of New York
by Eero Tarik
Marina was just going about her business, head down trying to fight against the freezing cold of the January morning as she went to work. Then she bumped into him, he held out a simple piece of paper, it read...Some speak of Love by opening their mouths,Some speak of Love by opening their pockets,Some speak of Love by opening their hearts,
And some speak of Love not at all.
He was the Prophet.