No falling tears
Each day a knife walk, life and death, Step left to die or right to breath. My time will come …
Tag: Jim Loft
The things I have lost
Roaring flames of treasure blaze Sparked by distant memory days Of pirate ships and ferns for spears Of splashing streams like …
Spring Clean
There upon the apron of the meadow by the stream, Were celandines cavorting wildly jostling to be seen. Around about …