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She Is Love…

Jan Smith·September 5, 2018

English Poetry

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She Is Love…

written by: Jan Smith

@JanSmithNL

She is love…
Love is all around her
Such beauty in her flaws & scars
Strength inside her fragile bones
Her gentle way, her smile lights the way…
Tangled hair & dreams caught on the winds of change
She does not fear her steps, as love is all around her
everywhere she goes…

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Jan Smith

MARCH 2018 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com

I have recently started writing poetry, through my work and academic training I gained knowledge and a passion for the written word. Much of my writings are reflections, thoughts and observations of my personal journey of self-discovery.

Suman Pokhrel

Suman Pokhrel is a Nepali poet, lyricist, playwright, translator, and artist. He debuted in 1999 with a poetry collection and has since published works, including translations of Shakespeare and global poets. His poems are translated into many languages and taught across South Asia. A two-time SAARC Literary Awardee, he also received Asia’s Inspiring Poet Award and was named Author of the Month by Spillwords in June 2023. Beyond literature, he works as a freelance consultant in socio-economic research, rural development, entrepreneurial development and creative writing. He began his career in Nepal’s civil service and later worked with international NGOs. He holds degrees in Science, Law, Business Administration, and Economics.

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