Hoi hoi Chère E.,
Being Dutch, I love the rain when it pours into the North Sea. I admit you’ve won me over.
Your lovely write softens my heart and the more than lovely artwork does the rest.
Please, keep them coming!
Kind regards, Gus

Sir, as Autumn sheds its leaves, metallic golds an’ brass will live their last before collection, storage in bins, bags or covered heaps. Here an’ there working their best in the dark but – preparing to light another season’s spirit and – soul-like soil! 🙂

I used to love to play out in the rain when I was a child. I must still be, because I still love rain and will walk very slowly through it when I go to my car from my house or vice-versa.
Is it God crying? I doubt it…He is probably dousing us with it to cleanse our hearts and souls.
Nice write, em.
j.

Brought me memories of the sound of rain on a tin roof at our old house, and the smell of petrichor. A wonderful write! “)

Many, many thank yous, M.E! Enjoy your happiness.

Very pretty, romantic words. Thanks, Emma.

Don’t look at the past as ‘wasted’. Brought to your island shore and very far more look back at it as beautiful. Bravo!

Great!

This is really good. Damian <3

Oh yeah, this one definitely needs a place on the album! I hope it’s coming along well! The halls are a bit echo-ey without you wandering them as often, my friend

Powerful work. Superb.

Great work. I get an image of a man struggling with who to trust.

I get the sense of internal conflict, and the rhythm and urgency make it clear these are lyrics meant to be performed.

The energy builds perfectly toward the chorus: “Face to face with destiny…” I especially like the line “Loyal to the art of betrayal” – it’s a great, concise piece of wordplay.

More great lyrics, Damian. Very heavy stuff. I hope to hear the music someday.

A kickin piece my friend. Your a gift to the world with your writing.

Well poemed my friend .. 😎👍

Powerfully penned. Welcome to Stars Rite. Appreciate you.

Damian

“I already forgotten your name. my heart has not forgotten you.” That is an Aww line. Nice

I don’t know but I do know how you’ve always managed to make me want to eat your words so I could digest a few and muchly increase my own writing!! I know: tis an impossibility. Unless a small bribe would help!

Laughing because I’ve oft wondered about that word or – is it a perversion!

By the way, we’re not going to argue about who’s the best, sir.. I, a mere woman, wouldn’t dare! More than probably.. .. .. ..

Fantastic work. Great to see you here, my friend.