Poems from Ash Turner
The past is a strange thing,
The looks and feels that make you ring.
Some memories are forgotten, some blurred
Some are sacred, and can...
Me and my boo, together today.
Me and my baby, sharing a parfeit.
Soon a question must be asked,
But it's a very daunting task...
Will...
A lot can happen in a moment.
It may be dim, or a change that's brilliant.
The end of one life, the start of another;
A war waging between...