A lark that sings in the morning mist Upon the branches of heavenly bliss I saw love in other’s eyes They looked through me As if they despised Shadows silhouetted from the moon Loved and laboured into the dawn That’s when I saw you for the first time With another - clear and sublime
By Samuel Fawcett
‘Shadows silhouetted from the moon’
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What makes us human, I believe is becoming to be stamped out. Words are so important, both spoken and on the page. Words make up the most powerful elements of our humanity. So, I'm feeling supersonic, why me why not?
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