It comes, unbidden on silent feet;
In the still between chaotic thought.
Memory of another life.
Shadow,
what may have been.

The afternoon sunlight glints off his tiny head, turns the spiky hairs there silver. What does he see out there? Out on the tarmac? What does he make of all that activity – centipidious baggage...

Happiness is, Is a warm blanket on cold and sickly nights. A quiet walk down monochromatic streets. A sentence, finely ‘structed. It is a moment jointly shared, A path rarely taken. It is...

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