LITTLE JOYS

The soft gleam of the evening sunThe gentle shade of a branched palmThe tender swipe of the breeze past your…

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LITTLE JOYS

The soft gleam of the evening sunThe gentle shade of a branched palmThe tender swipe of the breeze past your face as you savour its scentThe…

MY ANCESTORS WERE MEN

I like to think my ancestors were warriors Men who stood bravely on plains Eyes blazing like Hell’s mouth Nary a fear in their hearts

BROWNITES