December 2021


I bought some flowers for dead people.I saw them dancing in the winter breeze:the sunlight shone through cold and naked treesand showed them shiningin strange, exciting colours.They moved gracefully, in waysI had not seen before.They seemed perfect, and Icould not…

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Up and away

I am like a watchman waiting for the morning:I stand on the hills, and in the darknessthe night is emptyformless and cold I look for the light of all mankindand look againknowing that the people who walk hereare children of the…

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