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StoryBuilding Castles In The Sky awsamy113 years 2 months ago
StoryBird Song awsamy213 years 2 months ago
Storybarbed wire scars (part two) awsamy213 years 2 months ago
StoryAwake my soul (in memory of Pinda) awsamy413 years 2 months ago
StoryAn Agnostic's Prayer awsamy013 years 2 months ago
StoryA Winter's Eve awsamy313 years 2 months ago
StoryA Safer Neighbourhood awsamy213 years 2 months ago
Storywashing you away (part one) awsamy013 years 3 months ago
StoryUpon the Elf Hill awsamy013 years 3 months ago
StoryTumbling reeds (perfection) awsamy013 years 3 months ago
StoryLast night awsamy013 years 3 months ago
StoryThis World that we live in awsamy013 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Mirror's Reflection awsamy013 years 3 months ago
StoryRealm of the Constellations awsamy213 years 3 months ago
StoryShelter awsamy013 years 3 months ago
StoryNatures Call awsamy113 years 3 months ago
StoryThe day after God flooded the earth awsamy013 years 3 months ago
StoryThe workings of Sadie Mill's mind awsamy013 years 3 months ago
StoryI dream of butterflies awsamy113 years 3 months ago
StoryHypocricy awsamy013 years 3 months ago
StoryHope in the Air awsamy013 years 3 months ago
StoryI Have Come To The Borders Of Sleep awsamy113 years 3 months ago
StoryFreedom? awsamy214 years 9 months ago
Forum topicDepression- Motives Beeme314 years 11 months ago
StoryLove & War (Tonight) awsamy314 years 11 months 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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