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Wander through the burrowed light,
mud-packed walls breathing warmth,
a kettle thrums—no rush, just the steady,
unbroken rhythm of being.
Hands work the earth, kneading sun into soil,
tucking seeds deep where roots raise memory.
Footsteps soften against moss,
small strides, sure and deliberate,
paths well-trodden yet never worn.
Bread breaks, laughter follows,
cups ...
Sunday 15th June 2025 9:24 am
Coming Home
she'd faded to a cipher
a silhouette on the wall,
I took shelter in dreams
in my sleep I can recall
the girl she used to be
afore time did us part,
the question I pose is;
oh where is her heart?
no love fills her veins
smile a vague smear
harder than me, she
exploits the old fear
that she will leave me
like a thief in the night
my poor spiri...
Saturday 27th February 2021 11:41 am
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