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He looks at me
Peeking out from

Fondue

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Ants clamber upon a

far flung crumb

they eat, they build,

nest and they mate

Begin again, and again

Some farm and nurture

The others, locust among

~ Broken Spell

~ Broken Spell

Day unfolded as if spun gold

Ribbons, layers of ribbons

Adorned the brilliance

In colour coded stratus clouds infused

THEN IT RAINED

By Wendy Norman

The sky was infinite
No limitations in sight
Brooding with grotesque labyrinths
Dark as an evil mans soul

I am The Child

For I am the child
That I was long ago
I exist
Sacred corner of my soul

I cannot taste the bitter
I know not of the wrong
I am pure and simple
Unscathed by years lorn

Homo Sapien

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Homo sapiens

With trembling hands I hold on

Wondering where the sanity has gone

Should I influence the thinking of all?

Or spend time pondering if it’s my call

Snow Flakes: Poem

Unheard, quietly, silently.

Crystals of white.

They started to fall.

Slowly at first.

But ever-increasing.

It was so much now.

We could say it was snowing.

It started to form.

A carpet of white.