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mantle of darkness sprinkle stardust in my eyes let me sleep in peace

a morning gift

(Holiday Observations from the terraced heights. Die or fly, which was it)

(Inspired by a photograph of Vermont in the fall)

Why I had a sudden urge to place a single rose upon an unkempt grave of a soul I didn't know, came as a surprise even to me. So strong that ..

It is a known fact that as he stood admiring a fine skyline of the city of London, in all its breathtaking splendour, Blake conversed with the s..

Look at this collage of colour, leaves swept in on westerly winds while I was drifting in dream land. There they lie in a bed of wet, grass b..

Attempting a sonnet after being totally inspired by Linda Marie Van Tassell's wonderful work. Deeply Abiding Way. They aren't easy to do, and I'm ..

I spied an old man sip his beer, his eyes were glazed, full cloudy day. Oblivious to all around he didn't hear the raucous sound of other drinker..

(name the people of Nepal give to Everest)