Truly, swiftly, sweetly
She calls his name
Truly, swiftly, sweetly
Through the falling rain
Truly, swiftly, sweetly
Her words float his way
Truly, swiftly, sweetly
They caress his face
Truly, swiftly, sweetly
He feels her warmth
Truly, swiftly, sweetly
Her words still haunt
Truly, swiftly, sweetly
His heart breaks
Truly, swiftly, sweetly
His life did she make
Truly, swiftly sadly
She was taken from him
Truly, swiftly, sadly
He hopes to see her again
Truly, swiftly, sweetly
He’ll love her forever more
Truly, slowly, sadly
His emotions still raw
Truly, swiftly, sadly
He feels her close
Truly, swiftly, sadly
He feels her ghost
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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