First Meeting

My mind numbs My chest hurts My breath quickens Your words flirt

Spring

A Poem from the golden treasury.

Sleep Syndrome

So close, yet so far. No one can hear you.

Closing Bell

Is it five o' clock yet?

ACCORDING TO THE LEA

Come join me down on the lea for a fanciful spring meadow tale...

Hey, God!

Hey, God! Whose side are you on? It sure ain't mine- what did I do wrong? I admit that I have said a few Things that maybe were not strictly true, And when I think a little more

A Gift

I would like to give you a gift A precious gift Wrapped up in brightly-coloured packaging Complete with curled ribbons And fancy rosettes. I would like to see your face

A Question of the Future

What does that reflection show?

The One Who Got Away

Chapter One

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