✍️ Sarnia de la Mare FRSA Teller of Tales 🍿

Ruin When sleep won't come the ghosts appear, they never left just disappeared for too short a time. I remember the old days when you were mine. What fun we had, crazy mad,  and glad to be alive. The goodness died. The fabulous faded into jaded memories, tarnished stories, errors too loud to quiet  in the night. The ghosts walk  so tall, so proud, and we march with them to ruin © 2020 Tale Teller Club

Some Days, song lyrics by Sarnia de la Mare for Tale Teller Club Some days There is no mist I see the moon With it's promises It's seductive palms Caress my mind And I dream Of freedom Some days The mist descends Dense and milky It catches my throat And the mist says ‘You are blind And you are deaf You are invisible a Deadweight In my milky power' Such days as these I take To rest Chorus We were fighting on the streets And we were yet unseen There were guns and bombs and knives Like we had never seen We stood our ground  And we held proud Cos this was not a dream We took the nights And held the days We took them from the ground Battle-scarred with tender souls We brought the mountain down Some days The shadow comes It casts its wings Beneath the sun The shadow says  you are mine And you Are never free Such days as these It takes to feast I see you weep And I say Now we fight For life that's ours Books by Author Sarnia de la Maré FRSA Quick look Toddle Poddle: Issue 2 (R...