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Do not hold my hand like you used to Your touch would burn me too much Do not kiss me anymore For with ..

She sat upright and pushed her hair behind her ears. One more day she thought. Her eyes filled up with tear..

Just some thoughts on life, not really a story.

In a bucolic town on the mountaintops There sat a comely bungalow An evanescent light would enlighten the tree..

A letter to my dear one On hopes that someday we will reunite again, Over the landscape Past the hills..

a metaphor on how the depressed mind copes.

I once read that Helen’s face could launch a thousand shipsThat man from all around the globeWould kneel at her feet and beg for her allureThat ..

She put her pen down and sighed as she let the tears run down her face. She had onl..