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StoryBuilding Castles In The Sky awsamy111 years 5 months ago
StoryBird Song awsamy211 years 5 months ago
Storybarbed wire scars (part two) awsamy211 years 5 months ago
StoryAwake my soul (in memory of Pinda) awsamy411 years 5 months ago
StoryAn Agnostic's Prayer awsamy011 years 5 months ago
StoryA Winter's Eve awsamy311 years 5 months ago
StoryA Safer Neighbourhood awsamy211 years 5 months ago
Storywashing you away (part one) awsamy011 years 6 months ago
StoryUpon the Elf Hill awsamy011 years 6 months ago
StoryTumbling reeds (perfection) awsamy011 years 6 months ago
StoryLast night awsamy011 years 6 months ago
StoryThis World that we live in awsamy011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Mirror's Reflection awsamy011 years 6 months ago
StoryRealm of the Constellations awsamy211 years 6 months ago
StoryShelter awsamy011 years 6 months ago
StoryNatures Call awsamy111 years 6 months ago
StoryThe day after God flooded the earth awsamy011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe workings of Sadie Mill's mind awsamy011 years 6 months ago
StoryI dream of butterflies awsamy111 years 6 months ago
StoryHypocricy awsamy011 years 6 months ago
StoryHope in the Air awsamy011 years 6 months ago
StoryI Have Come To The Borders Of Sleep awsamy111 years 6 months ago
StoryFreedom? awsamy213 years 3 weeks ago
Forum topicDepression- Motives Beeme313 years 2 months ago
StoryLove & War (Tonight) awsamy313 years 2 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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