Tired, Tired is my soul No dream or goal Although the sky is bright The little cloud pure white The sun is warm This autumn morn Wake up, wake up The magpie sings Come on, I’ll cheer you up … Continue reading
A young gum tree in my street * Whose fault is it? Everything alive is born Lives for a while Then dies – So it is with trees It’s not the old tree’s fault A young life is lying half … Continue reading
The Black Spectre has cast his tar-like cloud Over her purple head, purple with misgivings And positioned a heavy millstone on her bruised chest She can hardly breathe Such is the weight of her despair All hope has flown away … Continue reading
The sound of soft rain In countless silver droplets Glides down the window pane Stirring memories of carefree times When the soul was young Oh to dream those dreams again! Would it take away all the pain Stored in … Continue reading
Sirens wail across the city A rush to the shelter, a dark musty cellar Where old and young will huddle Next to black coal and dry firewood The stash of fuel to cook their meagre meals And warm their … Continue reading
My recent passions, writing poetry and photography, live in harmony inspiring each other.
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