The Lark
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The Lark



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The sand across the beach, engulfed by a hallucinatory gleam,
Or so it seemed. The scale was vast, the proportions dizzying.
We laughed that we lacked the ‘Celtic spirit’, risen from the phoenix,
“But sells poems,” she side-mouthed, with a knowing wink.
“To all those who know a little and understand less?” he asked.
“Aye, them.” She quietly replied and we walked on: skimming stones,
Paddling, arguing, hand-in-hand, beneath a…




The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry

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John E Marks

John E Marks

I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can

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