You were like
Two mothers
Protecting me
Your breast plates of love
Shining
Like branding irons
I was
Covered over
By a nightingale in ivy
You hid me like a baby
From
The Egyptian lord of death
You
Were an army
Against the night
You were
Like two
Protective mothers
You held out your hands into the darkness
Into the dream-river-stream
You could separate
Life from death
You had the strength
Of an angel
There was healing power
There was sleep
A weekly spoonful of life,med school, inspiration, poetry and everything else nice
a place for my writing
Escaping Reality Through Stories.
Scientology & the Death of Kyle Brennan
feelings, thoughts and dilemmas
I'll talk you talk we'll talk
A place you can call home
Constant Creation - Creativity Changes Reality, Embodies Love
In Kate's World
Finally something I'm good at: staying at home and avoiding people!
Lauren writes too much
An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart
I love to write about everything. Writing relaxes me.
Tatterhood's Musings
Fotografia amatoriale, scrittura amatoriale, minimalismo, voli pindarici, nebbie ed utopie.
Musings on Chinaman Creek, poetry, translation and Hong Kong
Past+Present. World Legends Reloaded+Retold. Martial+More.
Let's recollect our emotions in tranquillity
Grumpliciousness
