A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Wednesday 23 April 2014
'Neath
When the cold wind blows there's
Nothing but the freeze
You shelter 'neath the angel's wings
But it never seems enough.
Stuck here on this alien world
You strive to find some source of
Happiness in the emptiness
Of hopeless reality indeed.
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