He looks out the window
On this grey day
Wondering if she’ll show
Her beautiful face
He sips his drink
As he waits in the bar
What does he think
Is in her heart
He looks at the skies
So dark they are
Where angels cry
For what’s in his heart
Then he sees her
In the grey rain
She stops as if to turn
He feels her pain
Then the vision is gone
As she fades away
Stolen by the rains song
It to him did betray
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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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