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The Girl by the Window

It was neither winter nor spring and she sat at a café in the middle of the day with her books sprawled across a table by the wall window.

Roman Road

My great grandfather Was the son of a tennant farmer Until one day George Frederic Watts Took him by the hand and said: "Some day you'll mould my death mask Mr Wren"

Down By The Riverside

Barred from The Brewers Feeling like The Robin Hood It was there I met my true love Beneath the North Downs wood And the wind it sighs Down by the river side Kissed in the graveyard

Kratom Haiku Set

Unschooled blue cat's eyes illumine the book-windowed human heart study Ivory drag-flies: Sakura hover above the green human pond Shelf-employed pictures of perseverance, the rats

Azalean Amorata

Assaulted and totally slaughtered.

Love.

What is love?

Mix of songs and poems

hen our lips first touched It was too much: Oh I just couldn’t believe my luck But when I saw your lips touch his I knew my luck never really began

Writing

Write what you know.

Sunset :D

And poem which i was encouraged into writing by a rather nice comment XD

The Stutter

Imagine being a mute. She may as well be.