His absence knew nothing
-the seasons, the reasons, the treason’s.
He thought himself a trace
of woven memories orbiting out,
locked in their paths.
Safe, she knew not
-the trauma, the drama.
He kept her house of cards
Rooted.
Away
from the burning winds
of his love.
Poetry for the broken, the healed, the mind, the soul.
Science Simplified
Poetry that purrs. It's reowr because the cat said so.
Before I forget
A little something for you.
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
I am a stay at home mom of two. I love my morning coffee and my afternoon tea. I love spending time with my family. In my spare time I love to read and especially write. I hope what I share on here all of you will enjoy.
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Pain goes in, love comes out.
Changing the world, one word at a time.
Word-Experimentalist
love each other like you are the lyric to their music
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Late night thoughts of a perpetual dreamer..
Wow! Fantastic. 🙂
Rahul
Thanks a lot! Wonderful words from a young achiever!:)