I look to see the cloying sky
Where birds no more fly
Pollution riddles the air foul
Dented are our sense of smell
I long to breathe the air so sweet
Where the seas and skies and mountains meet
No pollutants anywhere for miles
Just nature as intended in beautiful style
I long to breathe the purity of it all
Breathe the fresh air, Mother Nature’s call
Away from the smog, the big smoke
Away from here I wish to go…
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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 as well long to breath some purity!! so beautiful and intensifying!! 🙂
Aww thank you. Thinking of the mountain air or the sea keeps me going so being there is inspiring away from the masses of the downtrodden.