Helen Crutchett
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the doves have flownA Poem by Helen CrutchettThe Doves Have Flown The fire burns white hotScorching and melting bodiesThe streets run red rivers of blood…The doves of peace can fi.. |
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Grey DreamsA Poem by Helen CrutchettGrey Dreams You came to me in colourful dreamsonce... I only have sad grey dreamsnow... Not the vibrant almost real ones ~ Like a .. |
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PinkA Poem by Helen CrutchettPINKI shall wear pink when I meet youI know you like white hate black... Primrose and buttercup yellow Would be a compromise…But no, I shall w.. |
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That Day...A Story by Helen Crutchett(MORNING) Day knocked heavily on my slowly waking senses that morning. The sun seemed more glaringly yellow and as stifling oppressive as a sauna. .. |
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There Is Another SkyA Poem by Helen CrutchettThe name of the 'form' escapes me! See below notes.0 |
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Breathing in the MysteryA Poem by Helen CrutchettWritten for Tovli's Ten Word Acrostic Contest |
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MorningA Chapter by Helen Crutchett(MORNING) Day knocked heavily on my slowly waking senses that morning. The sun seemed more glaringly yellow, stifling and oppressive as a sauna. I .. |
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AfternoonA Chapter by Helen CrutchettAfternoon All around me was devastion….the seagulls had turned black and charred and were laying upturned on the sand, their feet like petrifi.. |
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I just amA Poem by Helen CrutchettI JUST A.. |
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I've grown my wings, I want to flyA Poem by Helen CrutchettA WORD ACROSTIC |
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