She walks through a bustling street
Going nowhere, no-one to meet
In a hurry she seems to be
To anyone who cares to see
A fleeting dream to all who looks
This girl who carries a book
Her beauty is whispered in the breeze
This fleeting dream does tease
Her thoughts deep as she walks
No-one does she seem to talk
The sun shines bright above her high
She briefly looks up, lost to the sky
A fleeting dream to all who looks
This girl who carries a book
Her beauty is whispered in the breeze
This fleeting dream does tease
Like a wraith she glides on by
No-one hears her inward sigh
The tears that fall do not show
All that see her heavenly glow
A fleeting dream to all who looks
This girl who carries a book
Her beauty is whispered in the breeze
This fleeting dream does tease
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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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I have seen her … a great piece … tony
Thank you Tony. She gets everywhere I think. She is the fleeting dream…