and...
as the night-flower of anguish...

You were there...
Although, quiet as a note...

...desiccated earth
where the river used to flow...

Upon the crest of
the moon she lay...

I saw trees wrapped
in hessian to protect them...

....S.....
..P...

"Mommy, what is to die?"
"To die is to go away&quot...

Special was our love...Oh! how special
time spent together, precious was our time...

A dry flower falls
from pages yellowed with age...

Customised knife
blade, sharpened to perfection...

Shivering heather
awaken to misty moors...

Grumpy Trumpy promised the wall
Mexico will pay, that was his call...