Reflections in Our Time
Reflections in Our Time Simran Kaur What reflects so well in time? What power and conflict ever repeats? Ever comes, ever ebbs, where war did
Reflections in Our Time Simran Kaur What reflects so well in time? What power and conflict ever repeats? Ever comes, ever ebbs, where war did
Whisper Lodge – To Educate a Dream Simran Kaur I dream a dream within a life of mine Where there be strife of time, Where
Why do you Write? Simran Kaur “Why do you write?” Asked a question to me anon And through my mind I doth take sight Of
What are Storms? Simran Kaur The storm rages in the sky; The wind brings forth the waves As the greyness comes nigh To the paths
A Wooded Winter Simran Kaur As night fell upon the wood Of where all magic and animals stood, The stars of blossom bloomed And the
Acceptance Simran Kaur Once upon a time there was a girl. She had wings and lived in a village by a forest. She could not
Up and Through the Snow Simran Kaur I sit by a fire that grows and crackles And cracks the ice that grows within And melts
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