Indrani Ananda

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StoryTHE GARDEN PEST Indrani Ananda614 years 4 weeks ago
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Story'Little Sparrow' Silver Spun Sand1514 years 1 month ago
StoryOther People's Lives (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1214 years 1 month ago
StoryLAMIA Indrani Ananda314 years 1 month ago
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StoryMOON MARINER Indrani Ananda214 years 1 month ago
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StoryMOON OVER BRIGHTON Indrani Ananda514 years 1 month ago
StoryCarmine Kisses Silver Spun Sand2214 years 1 month ago
StoryA Man for All Seasons Silver Spun Sand1914 years 1 month ago
StoryI’m Drambolling of a Whistical Crimbelode h jenkins1114 years 1 month ago
Story( IP) The Last Pharaoh Silver Spun Sand2214 years 1 month ago
StoryLOST MOTHER Indrani Ananda614 years 1 month ago
StoryPRAWN SHOES, BLACK SANDWICH Indrani Ananda514 years 1 month ago
StoryTHE CLOUDWATCHER Indrani Ananda214 years 1 month ago
StoryTHE MIRROR Indrani Ananda314 years 1 month ago
StoryAnd Silver Spun Sand (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand3014 years 1 month ago
Story'Happy New Year'... Silver Spun Sand1414 years 1 month ago
Forum topic16.12.11 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week tcook1114 years 1 month ago

My stories

AUTUMN LADY

Summer is green and the years they are young; Tell me my name with your honey-sweet tongue; Sing of your love to my earthcrystal heart While the leaves only whisper of Autumn.

PRAWN SHOES, BLACK SANDWICH

A man by the name of Joe Bambridge Whose arm was slung up in a bandage Went shopping to choose A pair of black shoes, Then slipped on a mouldy prawn sandwich! A lad who was known as MacHughes
Cherry

LOST MOTHER

Oh that a bright mind would never die, Or a fair spirit never fly; Love cannot keep you here, nor Earth retain; And Time knows not how to heal a memory's pain.
Cherry

THE MIRROR

See their child in the mirrored earth, With ethereal eyes and her pale angel sheen; Then watch her fade before her birth - - - - -Show me what might have been.

THE CLOUDWATCHER

And many cloud-wrought ships glide through the night Unseen along the hoary vapour trails, Made ghostly by the pale moon-mariner ........

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