The mournful note of the deepest strings Marks the night with its slowest song. Footsteps falter as they pass by, Drawn to the darkness of the music and To hold each other in the midnight hour. His cap is cast at his feet asking for that Shower of gold and silver from those around, Ears…
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Coming soon…
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It will stand, a testament to the ages;
To others as to what can be survived.
Here the air is heavy with words all jostling for space,
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There is a flash of familiarity down here in the dark.
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Which was your favourite?
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Early this year I posted 25 things I would like to accomplish before I’m 25. One of the things I try and do is hold myself accountable to promises, and one way to do that is to update my lovely readers on where I’ve got up to! Now that I’ve passed my birthday (did I mention that…
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Frost clung to the ground the night I turned myself inside out
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I’m hosting an Autumn Poetry Competition and I’d love to read your entries!
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