Category: Poetry

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Bruised knees, rushing home for dinner. The days that were, when minutes could feel like hours, hours could feel like minutes. Tatty jumpers, worn shoes, a light heart. →

Dreamy solitude Wonderful, thought provoking peaceful For to be a thought and word hermit Hidden from the world, alone Just you and words A silent sanctuary of imagination and prose What a dream →

The Two Headed Swan pecks and hisses There is no love loss no loving kisses Forever at war they are destined to be There will never be a time when either can flee →