The snow, white and light
falls gently on the street;
thinking that it just might
escape the weight of a stranger’s feet.
It won’t stay white for ever;
falling prey to the attack of passing traffic.
The slush lies on the ground and lingers,
to turn to ice amidst the cracks and crevices
I looked at him fondly, only to hear him say, och I’m ducking oot, I’ve had enough of you. With tear filled eyes, I gazed again, and...
Evil appears, even when things are good. Its shape can be human, physical or virtual. It knocks on the door with unclean spirits. Use the...
The train to Bridgeton kept it simple. No scurrying about for parking, time to take in the sun at the cross, watching the locals passing...
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