nature's revenge (Remove filter)
Is There, In Truth, No Beauty
Is There, In Truth, No Beauty
I am the dry path
Sat between
The first rain drops
I am the dandelion
Dancing in a field
Missed by the scythe
I am the spark
That jumps
From flint to straw
I am the breaking wave
Crashing up against
Deserted beaches
I am the words
Caught in the throat
Of dirty liars
I am the light
Crawlin...
Friday 20th March 2020 11:28 pm
Recent Comments
Hélène on Now or Never
4 minutes ago
Hélène on SPRING CAFE
9 minutes ago
R A Porter on Bungalow Dreaming
2 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Bungalow Dreaming
2 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Final visit? ( fictional )
4 hours ago
John Coopey on Bungalow Dreaming
4 hours ago
John Coopey on Final visit? ( fictional )
4 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Tom Doolan
5 hours ago
R A Porter on Bungalow Dreaming
5 hours ago
Greg Freeman on Bungalow Dreaming
6 hours ago