Well
two readers...

What's
good or bad...

Sometimes
I feel older...

I wish
I could...

The brooding bird
trusts me...

For a while
embrace...

Who do I
want to be...

The coppice forest
leaves burnished green and gold...

I'd rather be sitting
under a coconut tree...

Beauty
never came into it...

I'd love
to be fearless...

Pain is like
a localized storm...