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There’s a puddle full of stars, on a verge made of mud, next to a road, that leads all the way home, but if I stop to stare, at a puddle fu..

We are shivering flowers, dithering in the breeze, endlessly blown by the wind with ease, with roots that learn to grow through stone; deep and ..

A lion on the Internet was typing with his claws, putting all the world to rights with his caps lock roars, big and brave and fierce on his keyb..

What’s hidden yet within plain view? Perhaps it is my love for you, perhaps it is me not knowing the love I feel my eyes are showing or ho..

A day for daydreams…

Friends till the end

A poem about the waltz of life.

The waning moon.

I tripped over her memory yesterday. I’d tucked it away beside the fireplace where I used to sit as a child, and there, while the adults po..

A clever little bird learned to sing a song of hope so they set for it a trap and caught it with a rope then stuck it in a cage to hear the song..