Life, believe, is not a dreamSo dark as sages say;Oft a little morning rainForetells a pleasant day.Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,But these are transient all;If the shower will make the roses bloom,O why lament its fall?Rapidly, merrily,Life’s sunny hours flit by,Gratefully, cheerilyEnjoy them as they fly!What though Death at times steps in,And calls ourContinue reading “Life by Charlotte Bronte”
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The Gift
Leaving all you know behind Opening the wounds that closed so long before Veiling oneself from the corruption of others whilst Embarking on a grave mission. & Finding oneself in the midst of chaos Realising the strength that lies within Illusions long destroyed Everything you thought you ought to be Never again will they defineContinue reading “The Gift”
Monday
The constant hustle of back and forth Kids dropped off and commutes commence Coffee cups in one hand and briefcases in the other Long strides down the busy streets No eye contact with restless strangers Earphones in to block the noise The packed out trains and buses move To their next destination of eager passengersContinue reading “Monday”
The Ideal Saturday
The journey was long but arrival was worth it To sit and have human interaction To be free of lockdown restrictions We continued the conversation Right where we left off The sun beamed into the room As pasta and lemon loaf was placed on the table The taste of aubergine and tagliatelle The look ofContinue reading “The Ideal Saturday”
In this short Life that only lasts an hour
By Emily Dickinson In this short Life that only lasts an hourHow much – how little – is within our power Thank you for reading.
