the sun
and moon and stars
are all just pictures
in a children's
story book
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October
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- a slice of blue sky cut by city rooftops
- A song by one of my favourite contemporary poets...
- morning mist - I write about my dream of lost word...
- under trees the wet leaves quieten my footsteps re...
- holly berries bright against a St Luke's summer sk...
- a leaf in autumn, drying out takes on a twist that...
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August
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- lost and found
- against the blue of a late summer sky the vivid gr...
- a summer shower shivering the surface of the sea a...
- If I could share it with you breaking it by hand i...
- taking it to bed with me - the warmth of the day's...
- my clumsiness - a picture of the Buddha falls to t...
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- Wings of Desire
- how many years ago? the taste of a cherry just lik...
- he and she walk opposite ways around the fountain
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July
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- the smell of hotel soap on my hands - this unsettl...
- on my feet I take a little dew to work
- casually cutting into soft flesh - avocado pear
- I was falling but someone caught me and brought me...
- there is something that I want, very much, to do i...
- an Asda bag taken by the wind higher and higher
- my neighbour's raised voice - you're not hearing w...
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1 comments:
And isn't the world a better place for it being so?
Thank you.
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