When a loved one dies, his or her spirit remains, in our memories.
Childhood's birthday dreams were clad in pink, blue and white icing. It was like...
Via poetry, we share the gifts of the soul, and give spirit form.
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His Lowness complains about leaky pens, When his ' subjects' are struggling once again. O...
In recent decades, they have polluted pure pools of silence. Bruised blues and blacks...
Do you want to return - no, it was enough, we will meet again - no, you don't like - tough, ...
On the horizon, the sun slowly descending. O how it colours sky and sea for the final...
Across the desert, sordid statues lie scattered, like idols, amidst radiation's orange...
O you cannot treat the needy with such contempt! And you cannot reap fruitful harvests...
Don’t you Ever give up on yourself Don’t Ever let yourself down if the Lord gives you...
The Queen of Hearts had said: 'Off with his head,' doormouse sleeping hadn't heard a word that was...
It was over - a life celebrated and remembered, how much more could be given you really wondered,...
Out with the Old, in with the New!
This subtle September light gently seeps Through the cracks of a broken world. It highlights...
This afternoon is the colour of dreams, Buttressed by sunlight. Outside, the oak trees ...
Whispered liturgies of leaves, scattered among us, by autumn breezes.
Never in time did I see it’s true worth Wished it away like the mud and the dirt Never did I...
