Windmill
Windmill are you still afraid of the winds?
Wind is blowing still
Red wood green grass, holding soul -
Waiting for the noon.
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Rosie J. Sargent
Hello, my lovelies! Welcome, I write everything from the very strange to the wonderful; daring and most certainly different. I am an avid coffee drinker and truth advocate.
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Mr Prime Minister
Mr Prime Minster, how can you sleep, when the old are cold and children can't eat? Did your party really do their best, or was it the plan all along to ruin the NHS? Where's the money from Brexit is it spent? While nurses work double shifts but can't pay their rent. Waves of spikes have caused ripples of strikes, so don't get ill, because there's no point calling 999. The beds are full the train lines shut, how many more times will we say enough is enough? Brags about profits, but doesn't cough up, slash the funding and call it cuts.
By Rosie J. Sargentabout a year ago in Poets
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Love the imagery from these words. Beautiful. Hearted and subscribed
Lovely imagery in this one, very nicely done :)
Gorgeous! Super love this :)