Sunk deep inside the book
Forgot how to breathe with it
Sensitive to the world without
Being destroyed by it
There’s such pleasure in the silence
And these days, I’m cheerful
When it’s pointed out
What errors I’ve made
Because it’s like the Donovan song
First there is a mountain
Then there is no mountain
Then there is
But otherwise, this world I’ve made
Is a forest, serene and resolute
Sit with me, I’ll talk about
What I’ve done
And still,
Struggle to believe it myself
My book Until She Sings is out now.
Ebook:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8If
Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR
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