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(a memory of a first fear)

Lyrical

calm the lakes that bleed the river as the mist drifts off its surface rising upwards dissipating torched by burnished morning sun ghostly tra..

the leaves are down in market square parched and thirsty in the town too soon they’ve fallen dried and brown not that they’ve b..

Jahkai brings sunshine it’s his way he adds value to many a could be better day he’s only three but he’s the bees knees t..

(a blessing or a curse)

a whirly bird has been circling over farm fields lakes and rivers near home an old lady on her own with dementia is still missing comp..

(mock orange)

there the clock strikes midnight’s hour in my garden lovely fair honeysuckle’s fragrant flowers wild like Amy’s unkempt hair ..

this marina lake on a marvellous morning is a mirror canvas almost a Monet painting in its impressionist magnificence a still life with no..