Tairngir tellings

This post has been brewing for a while but now that I am sitting down to write it I don’t know how to begin. 1 month and 3 days ago I moved from

He is the nectar that draws and feeds,He is the pollen that grips and flower that seeds,Entice the kisses of my butterfly wings; love,Fly from doubts made in chrysalis ; my dove,Softly the

In the shadow of despair is greatness born. Even as you feel your heart heavy; filled as it is with a cynical cement. Your hope it at it’s lowest ebb and you realise