Flight used to only belong to you; soaring through the sky, the heavens were yours Now you’re not alone. The skies are crowded with human
The Dark, they say, is the absence of light. My heart disagrees. Without light there is no colour and in The Dark that’s all I
The passion filled by a longing embrace, The pain of your deepest mistakes, The heat rising from your every pore, I am Red. The aching
As I watch keenly, these two Kings join the ranks of the Roman Gladiators, Courting one another, evenly matched. Blow after blow they trade. Lunge,
Defying gravity with his rhythmic beat, Our splendid rainbow buzzes on by. You set the glass upon the table, A treat for our winged guest,
Suggestion from Bashabi By Caroline Fraser I sometimes get giddy when I look down onto the roofs of houses and chimney pots so far below.