Tonight, the pain of fighting obscures every star.
The moon is the color of blood gushing from the wounds of the dead.
The sky is a deep bruise covering life’s desolation.
Each trembling…
What a great and interesting story. I am looking forward to reading more. I suspect your indomitable spirit - from a very young age, has enabled you to climb much higher mountains than otherwise.
She said she liked a fine shoe,
of various colors and hue.
Pointed or round,
but light on the ground.
She didn’t have many in blue.
WOKE
In answer to the recent objection to Enid Blyton by followers of WOKE, I say this:
“A blight on the people of woke,
most of whom I could choke.
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