” The birds they sang at the break of day Start again I heard them say Don’t dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be. Ah the wars they will be fought again The holy dove She will be…

We imprison and free ourselves

“We made the world we’re living in and we have to make it over.” “Everything can be taken from a man, but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s…

Bright eyes

In the city It’s near impossible to spot stars Then again, the only light the sky needs Is the brillance of your gazing eyes

Conversations in transit 2

We stood on the chilling porch me in a warm dress, and thermal innerwear, Big wool socks, hidden beneath big bright shoes In colours of fluorescent, and now some cold. Layering is the trick they say A dress, under a sweater, under a…

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