Maps and
a journey.
Through green fields
dotted with sheep
and rooftops
whose houses underneath
shelter a million secrets.
Fields yellow with rape.
Apples in a bowl
and a sky
that no one could have painted better
even
if
they
had
tried
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A sound of birds singing
It's early. And almost a year since I was here. I hear a sound of birds singing outside my window and a dog barking down the street. ...
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All I've been able to do this week is get up, and go through the motions of each day. I'm struggling to find the wo... -
In a thousand moments I asked you to sing me a song of summer so I wouldn't have to let her go. It brought back a... -
I saw him walking with the sticks bundled , under his arm. Shuffling along slowly going home, to his fire.
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