Autumn

Autumn and this season glows This one has more red Than most I have known And a year’s rain has washed my eyes, Their edges the same shade And I am running out of falling leaves to catch To wish upon and save Crisp mornings that will not wait for me Rise early to meet... Continue Reading →

Cynical Realist

I may be a cynic A cynical realist Better than an optimist without a front door If you get surprised by noises you need to get out more If you get fed up of humans you've probably met some before You may be a psychopath Or a psychotherapist I don't want to chat so analyse... Continue Reading →

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