Month: September 2016

Miriam – Warrandyte, Melbourne, Australia

“There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;  And frogs in the pools, singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white,  Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;  And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done.  Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly;  And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.” – There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale

Shanti – Carlton, Melbourne, Australia

“Crushed like dust and falling pieces You feel it now you know it is time The fires are lit and the clocks they are burning you meditate it fills your mind Disco lights baby the heat is burning There’s nothing quite like your skin on mine High as a kite but we’re still learning if you get lost just read the signs  I burn for you, like a fire I burn for you this fever’s high I burn for you like an electric wire I burn for you I can’t deny it  Throwing around dice on the gaming board you need a double six to reach the end feeling kind of lost, that’s what friends are for to teach you to love and walk again” – Burn by Shanti Lane