Written in the Stars
You sit there coarsely oscillating, Calling to us through the ether Beneath a blanket of stars. You swim against the tide, Pass a tent of
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
You sit there coarsely oscillating, Calling to us through the ether Beneath a blanket of stars. You swim against the tide, Pass a tent of
Do not go into artificial light, Our lamps can bring an end to fragile life; Fly, fly away into the shrouded night. Your passion
As cancer leaves us in the dark where is the light? We need some way to track new drugs as they embark In vivo through