Why I don't write poetry

By wintertale

When in the dark ....

When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me.

Seán O'Casey,
Three More Plays: The Silver Tassie, Purple Dust, Red Roses For Me


First time I've had the opportunity to use my camera and switch off from our noisy world in two weeks.

I've missed home, family, friends and my routine.

It's good to be back.

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