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He practised the art of being lost, homeless, alone and bereft. Yet in his tinder box, memories came, washed on the wasteland of time. His garments were ragged and unclean. Threadbare, without even a sign of the man he once was, I thought this could be just you or I. Only for a sudden quirk … Continue reading

I walked away from the dream

I walked away from a dream I had. I walked away from a dream. Suddenly enchanted, wrapped in vine and honey. I walked away. Oh bitter sweet parting. Hollow hallowed road. I seek a place in the ruins. Where I hear childrens footprints tread. The dream would change, move on and on and I would … Continue reading