Photo by neil kelly on Pexels.com A Londoner bornIn the sound of Bow BellsOnce spoke a languageNo one now tellsA whole street would butchers(Which means – take a look)If one lucky neighbourOb…| Brazanne Muse
My nan and I, aged 93, and after a fall, succumbed to Dementia 💓 your sweet scent lingerstrapped in pores of translucent skin,the colour of your eyes,blue like the sea,start to wash over me…i…| Brazanne Muse
belly laughter bubblesinto nonsensical gigglesthat form magical moments,where words tangle into splutters and snorts,tumbling waves squeezetrickling tearsbetween strangled breathsand overstretched …| Brazanne Muse