Spotlight on skin/burn /not sun.

‘Still’ they say /Turn a key.

Line after line / A spider web.

Frayed memory / A escape.

Dismissing the past.

Echo/breath out.

Not summer anymore / new beginning.

Beating on the glass

Flow / Mask unveiled / Mood / Fragile.

From 'Echoes of August - The End of Summer II' 

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Run away with me across the borders
between the dusty hills
and the coppered light
of the old pier.

Run away with me
into the caves on the coastlines
and kiss the skies cool mouth
when the sunset finally goes down.

Run away with me
away from the mottled tears
of Autumn until Spring rolls back
its eyes again in puzzlement,

and run away with me
until our lives before us
are chalk...

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Massive fire in old building in-between Oxford Road and Deansgate Train Station / Was it Arson?

Built in 1801 but abandoned since the mid-1990s / Structure built almost completely of wood / Was it Arson?

In 2018, a joint venture between Blue Dog Property and MCR Property Group secured permission to redevelop the site into a 28-storey apartment building, but it didn’t happen / Was it Arson?

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Feeding only kindness

Your love fills a silent threshold

Without which I would be

Just another face in the crowd.

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My personal project for #NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) is a tiny little project "resonant whispers" where I will write, short intimate pieces, reflections you could say, capturing the quiet moments and lingering feelings that shape our lives. Ghosts, personal experiences, raw emotions and the subtle beauty of the everyday.

For all of these poems, I will be stripping down my poetry t...

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A cloud of thick fog surrounds me.

I cannot see beyond it.

I cannot move.

My eyes are open
but they see nothing. 

I do nothing
yet I do everything.

My mind sees beyond
opening up the world
inside my head
riding eastward
in the breeze
to a new start. 

I can see life.

I can see everything.

I understand now.

Now I can die. 

(A slightly rewrote poem originally...

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