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Gone are the wild days When troubadours sang of honey And life was coloured By lens of amber liqueur. Gone are the wild days Of wine… ..

Ambition like a craggy mountain peak, See how the moss grows on the south side of the sun. The higher we climb, the higher the shadow- and greate..

For the deep timbre resonance That is smooth like silk I murmur a breath- A rumour of soul that tickles In depths, Like the lips that face the ..

When a face will not stick In the gaze of a wandering eye- When the floating remains Out of reach in the sky. I want to connect, feel the pace ..

Let words caress your memory, For today you are away. You rose in slumber’s warmer depths When the daylight came- That needed no allegor..

Bubbles and Interpol It feels like everybody’s Soul is melting ice-cream

I take a deeper breath, and Yet I still cannot sleep- Hunger pangs, or something more Conspire to keep me awake. How can I let go of a sig..

How can I speak of the winds that blow, Of the stranger’s kiss, on the cheeks that know? Does a cell feel tired, when it goes to sleep; W..

A Bruce Barlow Mystery

CHAPTER 1 Bruce Barlow brought his off road vehicle to a halt in the narrow lane. Ahead the lane continued on into the fading distance, before sw..