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It snowed
It snowed a bit. In the night.
When all was dark and silent.
And dreams were taking flight.
Jan 24th 2021
Kristine Byrne
My Poetry
Poems - 2021
- 5am.
- A Journey that Never Arrives.
- A Sentient Cow,
- A Walk in Avondale.
- Beauty
- Brendan.
- Caged Birds
- Chama da Vida.
- Diwali
- Each leaf - Just One Season.
- Hellebore
- Her World
- Hiroshima
- His Own Time.
- I Heard It on the Radio.
- Ignis Fatuus…Venetia.
- In the Bath.
- It snowed
- John Clare
- Kerala
- Loujain
- Loujain al-Hothloul.
- Morning.
- Morning.
- Pizazz.
- Reilly P
- Shakespeare
- She lives, breathes
- Stanford University.
- The Shifting Sands…
- The tears of Niobe.- Fabiola Guevara
- Titus van Rijn,
- Voice: Unknown.
- Voice.
- Who can imagine death?
- Writing in Bed
- You Will Find.
- 5am.
- A Journey that Never Arrives.
- A Sentient Cow,
- A Walk in Avondale.
- Beauty
- Brendan.
- Caged Birds
- Chama da Vida.
- Diwali
- Each leaf - Just One Season.
- Hellebore
- Her World
- Hiroshima
- His Own Time.
- I Heard It on the Radio.
- Ignis Fatuus…Venetia.
- In the Bath.
- It snowed
- John Clare
- Kerala
- Loujain
- Loujain al-Hothloul.
- Morning.
- Morning.
- Pizazz.
- Reilly P
- Shakespeare
- She lives, breathes
- Stanford University.
- The Shifting Sands…
- The tears of Niobe.- Fabiola Guevara
- Titus van Rijn,
- Voice: Unknown.
- Voice.
- Who can imagine death?
- Writing in Bed
- You Will Find.