Birdsongs

Call it a stream of consciousness, call it free writing, call it an open journal. Call them My Songs.

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Sunday, 3 March 2024

Ode to his legs

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  Strong like houses, tightly wrapped around mine A silhouette of mountains, perfectly curved lines. Muscular and toned from all the...
Friday, 14 October 2022

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A seed of a dream       My dream, it started very small A seed inside of me. I thought about it every day, And wondered what would b...
Friday, 12 March 2021

Miss Cooper

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  I’d like to introduce you to someone you never knew, Someone we’ll miss, someone we miss, The girl who became you.   As old ...
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