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Fallen Light

Bright spark, shining, Light in the damp And dirty cloud, Warm glow's comfort, Held in open hand, Clings to grimy fingers Give us this day, Our daily ash, Blackened lungs And heroes spent. Widow, tell me, Of great and mighty Ajax, Let him not be covered By foul dirt, or glinting armour Gifts of heaven. Grimy fingers, clutching Paper or swords, I know not. Dirty cloud, forebodes A rapid doom, From shining life

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Literature

Fallen Light

Bright spark, shining, Light in the damp And dirty cloud, Warm glow's comfort, Held in open hand, Clings to grimy fingers Give us this day, Our daily ash, Blackened lungs And heroes spent. Widow, tell me, Of great and mighty Ajax, Let him not be covered By foul dirt, or glinting armour Gifts of heaven. Grimy fingers, clutching Paper or swords, I know not. Dirty cloud, forebodes A rapid doom, From shining life

Featured

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Literature

The Doll Maker

She came on a Thursday on her way home from school. At first, she contented herself with staring through the display window, admiring my craftsmanship, before continuing on her way. The next day she returned, this time to take a look inside. I stayed in the workshop out the back of the store, but I knew she was there, because they told me. She wandered through, looking at some of them only briefly whilst others would steal her attention for several minutes as she tried to comprehend the level of detail in my handiwork. Then she went on her way again. It was the Saturday that she came early, arriving just as I was opening up. I politely gave

Short Stories

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Literature

Fallen Light

Bright spark, shining, Light in the damp And dirty cloud, Warm glow's comfort, Held in open hand, Clings to grimy fingers Give us this day, Our daily ash, Blackened lungs And heroes spent. Widow, tell me, Of great and mighty Ajax, Let him not be covered By foul dirt, or glinting armour Gifts of heaven. Grimy fingers, clutching Paper or swords, I know not. Dirty cloud, forebodes A rapid doom, From shining life

Poetry

36 deviations
Literature

Until We're Gone

Stretch out the sky above Like a pale blue canvas Wash away pain with paints Leave only dreams, my love Calm your heart, let's sing a melody We can elope in the most beautiful of scenery Escaping to a place where the beauty is timeless And the words so soft that touch our hearts There's a place where we belong A still moment just for us When our palms meet in silence To join much more than flesh Your guardian wings caught me mid-fall Opening your arms to me, to cleanse me of it all I keep that note close in my pocket "I'll take care of you...until we're gone" You're safe here, I promise Together we will remain Forever, and f

Collaborative Work

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Literature

The Doll Maker

She came on a Thursday on her way home from school. At first, she contented herself with staring through the display window, admiring my craftsmanship, before continuing on her way. The next day she returned, this time to take a look inside. I stayed in the workshop out the back of the store, but I knew she was there, because they told me. She wandered through, looking at some of them only briefly whilst others would steal her attention for several minutes as she tried to comprehend the level of detail in my handiwork. Then she went on her way again. It was the Saturday that she came early, arriving just as I was opening up. I politely gave

As God Made Us

3 deviations
But What of Love?

Scraps

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