There is something strangely soul-for-filling about lighting candles.
Feathers pruned no holding back, Aching wings, lustrous black, Silently her dance begins, A single kiss, her weakest sin,
In my life, so far, I have dreamed and played and sang. I have run around causing havoc and ended things with a bang. I jumped and climbed and sailed away in my head. Knowing that my dreams would stay …
Explosions rain in the sky, Flying oh so very high, Coloured metal touch the night, Children squeal with delight,