a brush of red and blue
a weary city goes to sleep
I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!
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a cinquin to paint a smile on my face in cold wet Ireland.