When I was that ageI was longing so hardStraining to have funTo reach outto touchand be touchedYearning to be witnessedand exploredTo be found and catapultedInto the honey sweet piquant peak of some sunrise ecstasyI see their livesflooded with opportunityawash with beautyand... Continue Reading →
Life ticks over in mundane ways The ever repeating arguments That take up half the day The piles of things, wrappers, washing laying in the way of peace; Of pause without thought Is a mother Always twice the age Of... Continue Reading →
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