It was always her garden...
A life-long love...
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A LONDON FAREWELL - 15th December 2006
This is by far the most difficult rhyming scheme I have ever attempted - this poem was nearly 3 years in the making, i hope you think it was worth it
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Dream
The sun is shining in my heart, fresh with a kiss for you. Your eyes sparkle like stardust as we touch each other's hand. We wait;staring into the void; Understanding our fate.
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ON PREVENTING TERROR STRIKES
It's amazing how much press a story can be given, without much intelligent analysis being put before the public.
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water
Water, water! Without which we cannot live Nor can we breath It comes in our lives first To quench our thirst Water, water! Life in our ocean it brings In which we swim Exhilaration is water
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This.
10 poems from my published book, "This." 1464 words, quick read.
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London
High summer 6am on a Sunday morning Centre of London Sun low in the sky Lightly glows with euphoric anticipation Streets empty Silence... “This city is mine” I whisper... Silence...
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AFTER MADNESS - CH 1 : 6 - I Don't Like Crowds.
I looked up my psuedo family today on Facebook. They were ALL there! Margaret is alive still. She must be 79 years old. John is alive too - her 2nd husband, and both my "sisters" and their kids!
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Remember me
I used to be a stranger to the face, the water rippling and lapping the features away, distortions hid any discernible trace, of a reunion some day.
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