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Muse is wearing rhyme

Never give up on hope.

(river musings)

(from father to teenage daughter many years ago)

(Someone’s misfortune)

look at how the vast sky is rose tinted this morning as noisy seagulls wing their greedy way to land on old cobbled stones on a harbour’..

(A recent dream while suffering from COVID)

there they are captured in sepia shades outside a closed front door a young mother evicted from a damp terraced slum a toddler in her arms a..

the sunlight in my garden blinked and switched off cold what happened to those leaves of birch that flaunted all that gold cast they are in sh..

an august birthday finds auntie out of this world within a communal lounge in the company of other wanderers and sleepers comfy with cushio..