Poetry

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She Drifts

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She drifts in the wind, like a wandering leaf, dancing in the autumn’s gold, She appears not to care, her eyes do gleam, defiant,…

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I Am Everything

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I am the light that pours in through the windows as the sun rises at first dawn. And I am the aubergine silk glistening…

Into The Wild

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This garden used to be her favourite place of all. The way the blades of grass all stood neatly in line, touching shoulders. The…