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In the folly

In the folly as the water flows, it is funny, funny what made people happy in the days gone by, funny that people with more money than sense, created these spaces to enjoy, kind of eccentric but charming, in the great grounds of some house somewhere, where the owners have let their imaginations run wild, […]

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In the fields

Here I am, stood in the fields with the wheat, sorting the chaff, sorting out my thoughts, as the sky above inspires me without a pause, and the clouds they float on by of their own accords, they float on by like rebels without a cause, and me, I am rather sedentary amongst nature, and […]

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In the faces of war

In the faces of war, how haunting the looks, that we have seen so many times before, in the faces of war, how much pain and suffering there is, and how much agony in the cold vacant stares, and in the numbness, numbness that eviscerates any coherent thoughts, it is terror repeated, a terror repeated […]

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In the distance

In the distance of time, in the distance of time between you and me, there is beauty in silence, there is silence in beauty, and reflection of a magnitude rarely felt, and in the silence, I long to reach out my hand to yours, but it is nowhere to be seen, and it is but […]

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In the deathly hallows

In the deathly hallows sorrow grows, in the deathly hallows where hardly anyone goes, in between the trees, with the large branches casting the shadows, across the ground, the boggy ground that waters the Earth all around, where the owls hoot and the animal’s scoot, and there is a kind of fear in the air, […]

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In the dead of night

In the dead of night, in the candlelight, with the stars out and the moon shining bright, how beautiful you look, and how elegant in your red dress, and how glorious your eyes are and how bright, yes, what a beauty you are, and your voice, it is as silky as can be, and it […]

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In the darkest of nights

In the darkest of nights, In the darkest of times, In the wildest of hearts, In moments of clarity, will you find, the path to the truth, that forms in the crucible of the mind?

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In the dark

In the dark I lay, and you have not shattered my heart, yes, In the dark I lay, and you have not torn, my world apart. Yes, in the dark I lay, without a broken heart. And in the dark, I lay, having erased you from my mind, and left you in the past, and […]

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In the crowds

In the crowds and in the street, and in the people that you meet, oh, what a colourful world it is, and full of all nationalities who do exist, and who partake of their place upon the earth, and yes, in racial harmony there is beauty, and in beauty there is colour, colour and harmony […]

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In the colour of the glass

In the colour of the glass, so much time has passed, so much time for it is of the beauty of the age, of the beauty of the medieval age of the church, and of the age’s past, oh, what craftsmanship, and what time it must have taken, and of those who have had such […]

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