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What credence does one hold in trust?Like gold it gleams, like dust it falls.Like Humpty Dumpty off the wall.When broken what a costly fix,when everyt..
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(one from my archives, but just as relevant)
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As dusk descends on purple fieldswhere you and I meet in our dreams,where lavender exudes its calm,we walk the seams, take in the scent.Admire the pin..
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(a little bit of spring)
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Here comes the wash of tidal flow,full moon glow on a starlit night,your tepid touch returns to me.A light caress on freckled skin,impressed by charm ..
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Jacob has posted his poem about Assia Wevill, the love rival of Sylvia Plath who was married to the poet Ted Hughes. We were having a conversation abo..
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I watched our world through pale pink hueswhich lifted me, brought me delight.I'd marvel at the glory seen,was blind to all the ghouls of night.But sa..
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(Brixham at night, is my delight. I just sit at the window and stare)
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Beyond the blackened silhouettesof conifers and English oaks,lie lakes of sunrise in the sky.A blend of hues in red and goldspread wide their welcome ..
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( from a photograph of a sea stack which sent my thoughts meandering)
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