Dedicated to Tim, who would have been sixteen today if he had survived. Sleep peacefully my angel. Sulis dazed and bewildered gazed down on her newly born baby, tiny andfragile but asleep forever. Thenurse touched her arm and said, the only love he would ever have known was fromyou Sulis. She looked... Sign in to see full entry.
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Poetry is about expression of thought. Sometimes the best work is the kind of stuff that just leaps up from within our soul. I write a lot about the murky splurge...This defines a place where we are are given the freedom to bare our souls in word but understand it is between the lines where most truth resides, In a world which has an abundance of love for all to share there is a whirlwind stirring. these words come out of a storm, but reader of my blog, please see although we write about many things, we may just mean another...well that is what the villagers said..... have fun.
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