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Prayer of A Kiss From an Angel

Adesiyan Oluwapelumi·August 29, 2022

Prayer of A Kiss from an Angel written by: Adesiyan Oluwapelumi Oh ye fine Fair Lady of the...

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She’s The Kind of Woman Who…

Ingrid Bruck·May 22, 2022

She’s The Kind of Woman Who… written by: Ingrid Bruck @bruck_ingrid plays classical music and hymns organ...

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SOLAH SHRINGAR

K. Radhakrishnan·January 25, 2022

SOLAH SHRINGAR SIXTEEN ADORNMENTS OF AN INDIAN MAAIDEN written by: K. RADHAKRISHNAN Celebrating the beauty of female...

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Apple of Discord

Steven Fortune·September 17, 2021

Apple of Discord written by: Steven Fortune To slip my blushing presence into your exquisite banquet of...

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GEM, poetry written by Dr. K. K. Matthew at Spillwords.com

GEM

Dr. K. K. Mathew·August 12, 2021

GEM written by: Dr. K. K. Matthew The happiness at its top, with intrusion of divinity In...

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When A Good Lover Dies

Glorious Kate Akpegah·July 21, 2021

When A Good Lover Dies written by: Glorious Kate Akpegah That night, I went out to look...

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The Wind Girl – Sane or Insane?

Akhila Siva·April 12, 2021

The Wind Girl Sane or Insane? written by: Akhila Siva @wordsandnotion Wearing the moonlight mirroring many stars...

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The Dreams

Priyadarshini·February 27, 2021

The Dreams written by: Priyadarshini Diving into dreams, of memories long forgotten; He slipped from the confines,...

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Heartbeat

Dr. K. K. Mathew·November 2, 2020

HEARTBEAT written by: Dr. K. K. Matthew The life of heart rings the bell of soul Heard...

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Silent Whisper

Dr. Gideon Sampson Cecil·October 18, 2019

Silent Whisper written by: Dr. Gideon Sampson Cecil I am like the silent oak tree standing at the...

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Love, “G”odess?

Tinashe Muza·April 16, 2019

Love, “G”odess? written by: Tinashe Muza Love an attribution innate Emotion, capable of making us super-humans Emotion...

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I Am Nothing

Irriesse Chia·December 5, 2017

I Am Nothing written by: Irriesse Chia @IrriesseChia I am Nothing. In the Nothing, I became Something....

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Nectar of Divinity

Anne G·July 14, 2015

Nectar of Divinity a poem by Anne G The grapes were plump the vineyards ripe long summer days...

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Sanu Sharma

Sanu Sharma is a Nepali novelist, short story writer, poet and lyricist. She has published several novels and short story collections, and numerous lyrical works. Her prose sheds light on the struggles of women, girls, and marginalized communities, tackling overlooked familial and societal issues, while her poetry and lyrics capture universal emotions. Her short story collection Ekadeshmaa received widespread acclaim and was shortlisted for the prestigious Madan Puraskar in 2018. Several of her novels and stories have been adapted into audio and visual formats, and her ghazals and lyrics have been set to music by various composers and performed by renowned singers.

Precious Moments by Valli Henry-Boldini

...The little blue jay landed on the windowsill just as Frank’s heart skipped another beat. He looked at her delicate colours and the way she flitted back and forth along the white peeling ledge. She reminded him so much of his wife Emily, as she skipped along the white sandy beach all those years ago.

Emily lay asleep on their bed. Frank watched her from his favourite window seat and smiled. Thirty years had passed and she had remained his destiny.

As the bright morning sunlight burst through the top half of the windowpane and landed on her ashen face, its warmth stirred her from her slumber and she extended her thin arm to block out its penetrating rays...

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