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Dark Days

Life and Love

The price of happiness

Life wasted



My World

Going back

Dark Places

Queen Elizabeth 11

Ben 2022

Forces of Nature

Good?

A Place (2)

A Place

Black and White

Stripped Bare

2022

Contradiction

Compassion

Our Story

Humanity must choose

The seeds I sewed

Russia/Ukraine

Life's Colours

If Only...?

Retracing my Footsteps

Thinking

My Demise

Our Leaders

Ukraine

Someone Unknown

Memories (Bring me home)

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The meadow is all but silent.


The meadow is all but silent.
There is no breeze to whisper through the fields of corn,
Or rustle the fallen leaves.
No more the flutter of larking birds…

Man has been conceived.







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