The glint of gold amongst the green
a berry ripe with autumn’s sun...

There you lay,
peaceful and quiet for now...

Unhoused and unnamed,
Smothered by damp grey gauze fume...

Lazy sunshine
rains upon the...

Amidst the horror and the noise
as bullets fly and mortars sing...

Caught within these painted walls, unable to get...
On endless loops the days pass by...

I realised this morning
that the unicorn is dead...

Here in the dark of evenings light
when silence fills the air...

Sometimes I wish I were a ghost
To float away from all life's ills...

Piled high the boxes reach
to brush against the ceiling...

She stands amid the chanting mass
crushed on all sides like a pebble between...

Time flies.
With every blink another year...