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Empathetically

Agnieszka K·August 15, 2021

Empathetically written & translated by: Agnieszka Kuśmierczuk - Empathetically I'm putting on your shoes I walk through the same...

Poetry Polish English International

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GOD, a haiku written by Arnab Kumar Roy at Spillwords.com

GOD

Arnab Kumar Roy·August 5, 2021

GOD written by: Arnab Kumar Roy @ROCKARNAB Unseen before eyes the blowing wind pierces skin we all...

English Poetry

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Waking up on the bank of the River Gade

Wieslaw W Falkowski·May 23, 2021

Waking up on the bank of the River Gade written by: Wieslaw W Falkowski translated by: Renata Hildich

Poetry Polish English International

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All or Nothing

Amrita Valan·November 30, 2020

All or Nothing written by: Amrita Valan I want my love to reflect your soul I want...

Poetry English

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Cravings

Azumee·November 21, 2020

Cravings written by: Azumee I miss the taste of wine, Cakes with cherries on top. I miss the...

Poetry English

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Feel Again

Trisha Verma·September 10, 2020

Feel Again written by: Trisha Verma My heart starts to feel again, A heaviness of an uncertain type,...

Poetry English

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Out From Her Shore

Eli Garcia·November 18, 2019

Out From Her Shore written by: Eli Garcia She looked out from her shore, and felt what...

Poetry English

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The Empath

Alisa Guttadauro·October 2, 2019

The Empath written by: Alisa Guttadauro I feel, Therefore I hurt, I write, and so I bleed,...

English Poetry

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Diving Deep

ReBecca DeFazio·August 16, 2019

Diving Deep written by: ReBecca DeFazio @MisplacedPetals There is something peaceful about burying my feet in the...

English Poetry

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The Skin I’m In

Lynn White·July 23, 2019

The Skin I’m In written by: Lynn White I used to wonder how I would grow and...

English Poetry

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Don’t Tell Me

Robbie Masso·October 4, 2016

Don’t Tell Me written by: Robbie Masso @robbie.masso Don’t tell me it’s okay to sleep, for I...

English

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The Empath

V. R. Forbes·September 11, 2016

The Empath written by: V. R. Forbes @forbesgraham213 It is a blessing and curse to feel so deeply,...

English

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My Masterpiece

Robbie Masso·August 30, 2016

My Masterpiece written by: Robbie Masso @robbie.masso My funeral will be my last artistic masterpiece. Watch what...

English

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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.

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...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.

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