She lay on the bed. A hand strayed to her tummy. She could hardly believe it. After years of cradling the unbearable lightness of her desperation she hardly dared hope.
A man hovers by a hosptal bed Looking for life amongst the dead A girl stands in a crowded street With heavy heart she admits defeat A boy sits amongst the rubble
An origami chameleon She lay under the porch Red, white and blue as the Atlantic or the Tyrol sky With 2 down please note There are only 7 left to go...
I looked into the future and I lost the present Ghosts appeared and I stepped amongst them I loved too much, too hard, too long, too strong It would never be enough: neither metric nor imperial
I loved you the moment I saw you I didn't know what to do I hadn't expected this had ceased hoping after the door to door selling of my soul reduced to bargain basement price