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Let love fly With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes, she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words of eloquent reas..

Traveler “You’ve brought us luck.” But, alas a traveler can not linger. “It’s not proper to send off ..

The sound of the sea The wooden bridge comes alight into a sea of black and white. Someone is coming. Softly. She mops her eyes. ..

A poetry on a crippled boy confined in an attic and becoming the seeing eyes of a village.

For ever autumn at the park Wind makes tunnel through the heap of leaves. They blast, scatter; explode in the sky, in slow motion fall on your..

The shining blue and white White enters inside, the psyche is being blurred, a tree’s chalky smile… Winter, I am here now, mist ..

Inspired by the word paint prompt.

Gratitude The quivering fingers let the cigarette go. Downwards, the fire faced stick of death is falling before earth consumes its evil. He ..

Tropic of cancer (To John Beck who could have written this better) The burning carbuncles cruelly smiles. They have the faces of assassins, broa..

streets of a new city The crimson lights begin to flash, the streets of a city with their million lives are being bathed with eternal lusts...