I set out on my walk today and not my usual track
I just felt like getting away and never coming...
Brick by brick a path was laid
Like a jigsaw puzzle to life it made...
Oh poetry, my old friend
It seems as if...
Fine is sand,
Fine is skin...
Seas can be blue,
Seas can be green...
Muted bright was snuffed that night
Under the sightless sky...
Give me the boring
and I'll thrive on it...
Forgive me my Lord I have been lost
Every border and boundary I crossed...
In the village of Heydon,
a civil parish of Norfolk, England...
I feel somewhere I lost my passion,
That something inside was gone...
The pitiful blossoming,
Unquenchably craved...
Trump Tweeting,
uncharacteristically...