Forgetting that You always sit there smiling; I am all alone. Thinking that You might be somewhere hiding; I am all alone. Knowing that You…
Comments closedForgetting that You always sit there smiling; I am all alone. Thinking that You might be somewhere hiding; I am all alone. Knowing that You…
Comments closedUnplanned they gathered round and sat in a small green garden, oasis of tender care. Hearts singing to the acoustic guitar, the bright blue evening…
Comments closedThey argued bitterly (as the sun slowly set, reaching out with long, tender fingers of light, probing under trees and bushes where noon-time sun had…
Comments closed“They”, but a shadow in eternity, walk and talk and act in diverse ways: He smiles deep in each and every heart, that very light…
Comments closedShe writes poetry and makes comments on mine and many others; I imagine her sitting at her PC, who is she really? Her poem’s words…
Comments closedWhat’s the answer you ask; as you well might do. What’s the result of my question to you? What’s the point of an answer, to…
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Comments closedHe made a Ben 10 watch from paper with black and green crayons and a house of card and glue built upon imagination. He watered…
Comments closedIn search of love, when now love lost, bereft of spring, a summer parched unrained and autumn frost the herald of black winter where harmony…
Comments closedBeyond the questioning gate there lies a field of thought, full of weeds and flowers and trees that we feed with much debate. Shall we…
Comments closedI asked the old man standing on the street what he was doing, who would he meet? Well I’ve met you he replied and that…
Comments closedLife came round and round it came some played serious some a game people died and babies came as life continued round again. Church bells…
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