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Perish the thought.
A Poem by
Huw
Observations.
Time should be treasured
A Poem by
Huw
When I was six I looked forward to seven. At seven I wanted to be eight. At eight to be nine. And on it went the years past so ..
The damage done.
A Poem by
Huw
I added this to an Art of Susan Sloane who is kind enough to allow me to post the work other wise my words would have nothing with which to relate.
The final complaint.
A Poem by
Huw
She had lines on herface not just the lines of age but lines of despair lines of abject misery lines of continual drudgery.Deep lines that..
Art
A Poem by
Huw
I wondered what it would be like to sit unseen in the recesses of a creative mind. To watch intents become thoughts, thoughts beco..
Stepping off the planet.
A Poem by
Huw
THERE WERE TIMES WHEN HE FULLY EXPECTEDTHAT GRAVITY MUST RELEASE ITS HOLD ON HIMAND THAT HE WOULD STEP OFF THE PLANET.NO MAN, NO MAN HE'..
Not worth it...
A Poem by
Huw
Ummmm?
Rest in...what?
A Poem by
Huw
Life and what we are at times presented with, but ignore.
Why me? 4
A Poem by
Huw
I now realise where this is all going. Number 4 in what are glimpses of my younger days, the days of my vanity.
Destination 3
A Poem by
Huw
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