This was written a while ago when I was feeling a bit down. Enjoy! every day i give a tiny piece of my heart to you, but you only trample it under your ignorant feet. every day i show a bit of my soul to you, and your eyes look but don’t see. everyday… Read more »
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The retired violinist
This is a poem that was a product of a writing workshop hosted by author for adults and children, Philip Gross. We were asked to take one postcard from a wide selection of postcards and to then write a short poem. I chose one of an old man sitting in a flat, playing a violin…. Read more »
