Tag: #Windowsill
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Bending instead of breaking? Part One
So many times lately, I have been approaching my desk grudgingly, forcing a degree of false enthusiasm that will hopefully carry me through the day. The idea, of course, is that faking it will encourage the real thing, just as it has done so many times before. As I say, this usually works, but not…
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Let it Grow… #Poetry
Let it Grow I found a pot on my windowsillA tiny flower growingWho placed it there is still unknownI watch it grow, lost in dreamingA pure white land, filled with voices screamingI step on in, hope to helpSwallowed by cotton woolI recognise the voice callingIt’s time to wake from your world of dreamingTurn back before…