Life’s all but a dream – on burning wings.
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Stumble upon our timeless gaze, so long as there’s eyes to see and minds to conjure…
Hobbled hob-nobs hobbling on home…
It lives. Lake water lapping along low strides longing for an estranged sea, a tear-soaked mother turned face away from desperate plea…
Harsh hand and word strike, Abuse grows the heart fonder Of their attention. Giuseppe Gillespie – December 2021
Doubt lies like poison Corroding away the soul, Its trap ensnaring. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
Season’s greetings! Bah! Humbug. I hope you get a Stocking full of coal. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
These days I melt through, Life’s candlewax burning down. How long will it last? Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
Aspiration gone. She cries herself dumb in lap. Home to make do with. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
Borne on the summit, Where the angels fear to tread. A heart of darkness. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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