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Favour the star that shines when breathing
up high on that crested bough, just out of reach.
Higher than my thoughts, but
lower than the angels’ song – still
out of tune with my own.

Sing low and the pain you are carrying
soon lifts to an octave greater than any
voice can hold – greater than the love
that was lost, and more powerful
than my own.



Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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