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Volition: A Savvy Poem

Being volatile, my spark evolves into a raging bonfire – flames, red-hot and amber, against bubbles of calming green.

What is love, if not that feeling of elation experienced is one heeds the ‘stop’ sign for a moment (or lots of moments) and notices … … notices, the contrasting colours in the land where we stand? The flowers in our hedgerows: The leaves at our feet: The homes of our little folks: AndContinue reading “36: Love Is”