The smell of the sea
The fresh mountain air
The running streams
The waterfalls blare
The peace, the silence
Transported away
Lost in a trance
Here he’d stay
By the beach
Feet immersed in sand
Inwardly teach
To keep anger at hand
To breathe, to breathe
Is all he needs
In the mountains
With eyes to see
The waterfall
Brings a calm
To his heart
Heals all harm
But it’s the sea
That cures his soul
Setting him free
From an erupting volcano
Transported away
To where he belongs
Away from dark days
And all that’s wrong
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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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