The resignation

Knowing when it's time to go

The Spring of Tom Thumb

Just wee Tom Thumb am I; lost in the towering grass; leaning upon the trunk of every daffodil I pass. My life span may be days; my heart beat a bee’s wing but I’m honoured to gaze

Albino Children

Albino children dance in the moonlight; the sun’s far too bright but the stars just right for their complexion, pale and the sweet nightingale sings its enchanting song

The Princess In The Mask

The good hearted look beautiful

A Resurrected Heart! Late (I.P.)

Love is like a box of chocolates! Whoever said that has eaten all the soft ones and left me with the tooth destroying hard bastards!

The T.V.

Debbie thinks it's just a regular Friday night but she's about to find out it's much more.

A Motherly Dream

A Motherly Dream P K Routray “To world atop my child will hop” dreams every mother praying God to confer on Her child the sovereignty of health, power and prosperity

Lost

Nisa panics as she tries to free herself from a cave.

I Can't Write

A perfectionist who knows she's far from perfect.

The Healing Moon

The city sings its sorrowful melody It seems only I can hear. I look around, through all the crowds And I see no weaping or tears. How can it be? Do they not hear that melancholy sigh?

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