Lost Autumn

High winds, you on your bicycle looking at moody Suffolk skies, years ahead of you in the wandering youth tea cup leaves of fortune. Your Songs and poems like leaves dancing to mystical tunes, life’s tragedies hidden in the wild hopefulness of our yellow barn masquerade, so much ecstasy before us, cloud riding, sunset lovers, […]

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(Guest Poem from Dawn Bland Written about Wakefield Baptist Church) I turned up here messed up, You took the time to support me and advise me You encouraged me, To put down in words how I felt inside; So I wrote my poems, I’d been isolating myself, No motivation, Low self-esteem, Lacking in confidence; But

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