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Born in the land of legends ...
Discover, the worlds of Jess Corbin and
You WILL uncover the legend.
“The rage, the fury of the storm , the sound of rain slapped against the window or the roar of the waves crashing against the rocks to the peaceful tranquility of a bubbling brook or a ripple in a stream.
The seasons, from the cold beauty of winter as snowdrops, push their way, through from the darkness to the cold light of day.. So symbolic of the truth, that anything with effort and determination; is possible?
To the first shades of spring and the immortal words of Tennyson “I saw a host of golden daffodils..’ Imagine, actually in real life, seeing what Tennyson had visualized so potently in his poetry?
A carpet of daffodils, or blue bells, bobbing their heads, the blue in such vivid contrast to that field of yellow and orange trumpets?
Summer and the messing about in boats springs to mind. From an inboard motor to an outboard, or simply oars and the splish splash, as they slice into the surface of the water.
The child learning to swim.. tutored, tested until they can swim safely.
Ah yes lets swim with friends, all together whatever whenever the weather,, a necessity if they are to use boats!
Or laid back, on a towel, taking in the sun, ah indeed, that strange orb in the sky that appears from time to time that some of us these days seldom see or peers through what seems like never ending cloud?!
Flowers. The favorite; primroses their distinctive yellow petaled flower resting on a crinkled green, almost velvet to the touch, leaf. Suddenly appearing to leave you feeling a warmth..
All around the countryside, the clifftop bristling with wild flowers as Andy puts so well ‘
Quilts of ulex, daboecia, potentilla and calluna tumbled over the edge of the cliffs high above the sea ..’
http://andymcindoe.blogspot.co.uk/2012/08/cornish-cliff-flowers-spectacular.html 
Beneath them the swell of the white surf and contrast of green tinged blue water above them the cackle of the seagulls ..
Autumn with the leaves as they drift to ground.. the tints, hues all shapes and sizes from oak to chestnut to beech to... the past catching up with the present as in life.
A reminder, to remember the good, the bad and the indifferent moments in our lives, but always, to know, that come the Spring; life is reborn anew.
To love the fall, for the forests, that showcase, such a rich display, of contrasts; colors.
How the words of Dylan Thomas, reflect upon the bareness of the trees, that follows, leaves scattered around their colors fighting to the last like a dying breath
‘Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. “
Immortal, unforgettable, it truly takes, a writer of all that has merit.. the sudden realization
WHY ours; echoes the same .. will long, linger upon our senses as
a truly gifted, passionate, creative, diverse and often intuitive writer.”
It took the fans by ‘STORM’ ..
from the first pages.. www.fallenrosetheone.com
for us to discover HOW the flame torched from red to blue..
her parfum upon the air.. lingers yet still within
the one - intense - desire
emotions, feelings, senses; all of them in disarray..
What could ever be anything less than unforgettable.. askew...
No matter what you say or DO, you’ll NEVER stop me loving you.
A life and death testament, to the power of what is so potent, so BREATHTAKINGLY beautiful
in all of its essence, upon the senses, lingers its parfum; the truth;
that however much we may seek to deny it..
Sometimes LOVE NEVER dies
Romance, Sci Fi, Fantasy, Poetry and prose.. FAMILY and Over 16s
NO ONE but NO ONE writes Jess Corbin like
Jess Corbin an that ? That’s a FACT
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