What thoughts spring from a mind that sings?Sunny shades and merry glades glisten in my mind. Happiness is a fruitful flower ready to be kind. Whatever we give, we take away. Despair is merely a neighbour of desireA humble home next to a work of fire. By Sam Fawcett
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The Autumn Boy
Full of dreams for the Autumn boySeeing a figure of pure joy erupt from a window and down a bannisterWearing clothes which don’t reflect the seasonThe Autumn boy watches his words as taciturn clouds report his moodA crow cawing for attention, from this he will learn a lessonFor all those times walking into school, perhapsContinue reading “The Autumn Boy”
Parisian Poetry 