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The Consist Reminder

Day to day The endless cycle Turns The consist reminder A persistence… A tenacity… Oh beautiful but frail Humanity Blake’s words of innocence And experience Of faith¬†and dreams Beware… The four horsemen Of the apocalypse   Thatcher Doran Advertisements

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Day after Day

Its June… an empty sky …except for blue the colour of childhood innocence… and everything new days of summer perfume of roses and carnations of freshly cut greens alongside football played on the street goals scored between lamppost and railings … Continue reading

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The Sea

take nothing from the sea she is jealous kissing the shore with each wave embracing her lover with every breath only children have the innocence to take without permission By  Paolo Michell

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Revoked

the eighteen-fifty five leaves on time but from the wrong platform the train driver was caught unaware i was fine , til i sat in the seat energy deserting my body as if it was late, for a previous appointment … Continue reading

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It Is You And Me

i see poetry in a blue sky i hear words whispering in a gentle breeze or shouting in an angry wind sometimes i feel the melancholy in a child’s innocence poetry is day and night in life and death it … Continue reading

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A Pulsating Heart

at any moment for no particular reason apparently i feel my blood pulsate sitting in Cafe en Seine trying to understand Truth or Fate or where i carelessly left my innocence but like a shadow i am reminded when all … Continue reading

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A Candle

flicker, flicker a gentle dance a candle on a marble table sweet innocence it licks the air to sustain its life just like us however brief in Cafe en Seine on Dawson Street By Paolo Michell

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A Bag of Memories

today, a melancholy a lament for the future a child’s world fragile too soon a bag of memories at the mercy of Fate confused by the world of adults of promises…. a lament for a child i have never met … Continue reading

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