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StoryBuilding Castles In The Sky awsamy111 years 9 months ago
StoryBird Song awsamy211 years 9 months ago
Storybarbed wire scars (part two) awsamy211 years 9 months ago
StoryAwake my soul (in memory of Pinda) awsamy411 years 9 months ago
StoryAn Agnostic's Prayer awsamy011 years 9 months ago
StoryA Winter's Eve awsamy311 years 9 months ago
StoryA Safer Neighbourhood awsamy211 years 9 months ago
Storywashing you away (part one) awsamy011 years 11 months ago
StoryUpon the Elf Hill awsamy011 years 11 months ago
StoryTumbling reeds (perfection) awsamy011 years 11 months ago
StoryLast night awsamy011 years 11 months ago
StoryThis World that we live in awsamy011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Mirror's Reflection awsamy011 years 11 months ago
StoryRealm of the Constellations awsamy211 years 11 months ago
StoryShelter awsamy011 years 11 months ago
StoryNatures Call awsamy111 years 11 months ago
StoryThe day after God flooded the earth awsamy011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe workings of Sadie Mill's mind awsamy011 years 11 months ago
StoryI dream of butterflies awsamy111 years 11 months ago
StoryHypocricy awsamy011 years 11 months ago
StoryHope in the Air awsamy011 years 11 months ago
StoryI Have Come To The Borders Of Sleep awsamy111 years 11 months ago
StoryFreedom? awsamy213 years 5 months ago
Forum topicDepression- Motives Beeme313 years 6 months ago
StoryLove & War (Tonight) awsamy313 years 6 months ago

My stories

Building Castles In The Sky

“Those who dream during the day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream by night”

I dream of butterflies

Once upon a dreamy night, a maiden slept tormented by fright, From wild dreams, placed upon her by a bitter enchantress whose power would astound,

Tumbling reeds (perfection)

Tumbling reeds, fall softly, embracing the waters side, titillating its senses, like a delicate after thought, that descends with a soft pitter patter, echoing and recalling,
Cherry

Freedom?

‘They came for the Muslims, And I was not a Muslim so I did not speak out’ And although I did not wear a burqua, I saw through veiled eyes, The warning signs, the prowling beast,

Love & War (Tonight)

If I lay nestled in your armpit, your arm a safety blanket, Armour of love, shielding me from harm, I close my eyes and in this moment, I am yours and you are mine, truly and fully,

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