She sits on the beach
listening to the gentle sea
The waves breaking soft
As gulls hover above so free
She digs her feet into the sand
Feeling the warmth of the grains
Trying not to think of the past
Of all she’s been through, her pains
The sun warms her face
As she sits alone on the beach
Gathering all her thoughts
Far from everything, from his reach
Closing her eyes momentarily
She sees him briefly, for a second
Of how he used to be
Until the day was reckoned
Then the image is gone
And she’s back at the beach
As she awaits for the light
To be carried away on angel’s wings
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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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