The Fog
The fog in the room, spirits collecting I thought my eyes were foggy then I realised what I had seen the gathering the final time, in early morning not aware…
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The fog in the room, spirits collecting I thought my eyes were foggy then I realised what I had seen the gathering the final time, in early morning not aware…
The largest dead leaf I ever did see, fell from the roof upon high. Adjusting as it fell, I noticed a little new world emerging a rebirth of sorts, on…
On a night when no moon existed and a road, jet black, a lone car steadily travelled upon this road. Weak lights…all this was about to change I will tell…
Too busy a road to get to where we want to be many obstacles, something good will give way and fall apart humans have overstepped many marks, places they could…
What will be discovered, feeling a lifetime of change. Years go by and we often don’t realise the changes within ourselves as they manifest in so many ways, being young…