Birdsongs

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

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Monday, 11 November 2013

Loved

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Loved I just met you, just a few moments ago And you made me feel loved. You looked at me once, Saw something you liked. You li...

Falls

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Falls Water cascading through water Mountains of foam brushing away the rocks. Tides parting, breaking, merging The roar of the w...

If I tried

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If I tried If I tried to explain it you just wouldn’t believe me: It’s paradise, heavenly, Too good to be true If I tried to ...
Saturday, 9 November 2013

My Oliver

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My Oliver My best friend and my silent partner My warmth, comfort, my sense of belonging. My baby, ward, my beautiful soul, My de...
Wednesday, 6 November 2013

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Sleepless in the jungle Nature does not stop It never sleeps: never quits. Always working, always moving Never sick and never slo...

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Enough Sitting on a rock In the middle of a river In the middle of a jungle In the middle of a country In the middle of a world...

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The silence of friendship An hour long wait and a leather bag, Taxis’ home and tears in too long absence. Matching pillow cases: to...
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