Isn’t it odd how often we think of others but never realise we are thought of, to learn you were once the main character in other peoples poetry, how...
A captured thought; words never to be etched on rough paper. The finest feather, ink will never know. Very rare a tangible page. The art of a stitch...
Petals firm, stem straight, Happy, smiling, in love. Kind words, beautiful gestures. Big nose, no fun, An embarrassment, 'Nobody else would have you...
