The Poetry of LJ
God seems silent, sometimes -
The distance of white empty skies.
I complain when I can't work in silence,
No-one sees my crafting.
Only the finished poem.
LJ Ireton
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We are just two souls, sitting amongst the young stems and old shrubs in the sun. I think of us in Eden - long-toothed lions talking togethe...
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