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In the eye of the beholder
Can never be described... Only defined. Too often is condemned To live on the surface, And in murky pools In the eyes of the shallow. Wishes, longs, aches, Yearns to ...
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Paper On Snow.
Snow is flaking from clouds In gentle, wistful breaths. She stands. She watches. The milky dancers cascade. They float noiselessly To the icy floor, Shifting skies – pink-white to grey. ...
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In the early hours.
Above the town, The sky is split And tugged from east to west by clouds. Tiny black holes Buzz like reversed stars in the morning light. And below, The town ...
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Family.
‘It’s complicated.’ Yes. It is, isn’t it I laugh. There is such complication in hatred... But I wash my hands Without another word. The fog hangs in dishevelled rags, Pinned ...
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Blue from End to End
The walls are brightly strewn with sunlit invitation; The words, clearly visible, streaking across bedspreads and lampshades. Birds twitter but remain invisible to me. And the sky is the most ...