Biography
Just write for therapy/fun. Until recently not for many years.
The promise
The noises wake me, My time has come to sneak, Opening the door to the world, The hanging basket colours, The cat laying in the backyard, The wind distorting the washing on the line. An inhale of air Coffee machine hissing The promise that I make myself This time is mine And mine to keep.
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