I watched the people through the glass
Their lives a mirrored reflection of each others
I stood apart
I cast no reflection
And was glad
Cambridge: March 2017
It is not until one jumps that one discovers one has wings....
Nose of wax
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don't dream it, be it
For when you open you eyes to see, you will see the riddles within the mystery.
a poem a day for April: napowrimo Cambridge UK
the international society for the study of the lives and art of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood.