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Burning world

Once upon a timethe only thing thata little man like mewould have to worry about waswhat was happening in his village,these days all the little people on the earth,every one of us, feels as if they have the weightof a burning world on their shouldersand that there’s almost nothingwe can do about it. So brothersContinue reading “Burning world”

Posted bydavid davidsonJune 23, 2025June 23, 2025Posted inPoems, Rising LightLeave a comment on Burning world

Midwinter

It’s midwinter,it’s getting dark by threeand yesterday was bitter cold,in the evening all I want to do is go to bed,put the lights out and feel the weightof your body next to mine,listen to the rhythm of your breathing as you sleepand remember that I am a very lucky man. DF. W-S 2024 XXXV/I

Posted bydavid davidsonJune 23, 2025June 23, 2025Posted inPoems, Rising LightLeave a comment on Midwinter

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