The Past Is Silent
The past is silent, An old film. There are memories but no voices. Pictures, filtered, Fade in and out With a rare combustion of colour. We have forgotten more… Continue Reading
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Charlotte’s birthday poem, 2012
The Art of Physics It’s too easy to become alone,Trapped in your own thoughts,To believe you are the only staticPoint in this restless universe,To carry the burden of the whole,A… Continue Reading