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StoryBuilding Castles In The Sky awsamy112 years 4 months ago
StoryBird Song awsamy212 years 4 months ago
Storybarbed wire scars (part two) awsamy212 years 4 months ago
StoryAwake my soul (in memory of Pinda) awsamy412 years 4 months ago
StoryAn Agnostic's Prayer awsamy012 years 4 months ago
StoryA Winter's Eve awsamy312 years 4 months ago
StoryA Safer Neighbourhood awsamy212 years 4 months ago
Storywashing you away (part one) awsamy012 years 5 months ago
StoryUpon the Elf Hill awsamy012 years 5 months ago
StoryTumbling reeds (perfection) awsamy012 years 5 months ago
StoryLast night awsamy012 years 5 months ago
StoryThis World that we live in awsamy012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Mirror's Reflection awsamy012 years 5 months ago
StoryRealm of the Constellations awsamy212 years 5 months ago
StoryShelter awsamy012 years 5 months ago
StoryNatures Call awsamy112 years 5 months ago
StoryThe day after God flooded the earth awsamy012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe workings of Sadie Mill's mind awsamy012 years 5 months ago
StoryI dream of butterflies awsamy112 years 5 months ago
StoryHypocricy awsamy012 years 5 months ago
StoryHope in the Air awsamy012 years 5 months ago
StoryI Have Come To The Borders Of Sleep awsamy112 years 5 months ago
StoryFreedom? awsamy213 years 11 months ago
Forum topicDepression- Motives Beeme314 years 1 month ago
StoryLove & War (Tonight) awsamy314 years 1 month ago

My stories

Building Castles In The Sky

“Those who dream during the day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream by night”

I dream of butterflies

Once upon a dreamy night, a maiden slept tormented by fright, From wild dreams, placed upon her by a bitter enchantress whose power would astound,

Tumbling reeds (perfection)

Tumbling reeds, fall softly, embracing the waters side, titillating its senses, like a delicate after thought, that descends with a soft pitter patter, echoing and recalling,
Cherry

Freedom?

‘They came for the Muslims, And I was not a Muslim so I did not speak out’ And although I did not wear a burqua, I saw through veiled eyes, The warning signs, the prowling beast,

Love & War (Tonight)

If I lay nestled in your armpit, your arm a safety blanket, Armour of love, shielding me from harm, I close my eyes and in this moment, I am yours and you are mine, truly and fully,

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