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Dialogue of The Unborn

Monica St Hillaire·February 13, 2021

Dialogue of The Unborn written by: Monica St Hillaire @MonicaHillaire Hello… Can you hear me? Well, I...

Poetry English

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I Just Remember Her

Rohma Safi·January 19, 2021

I Just Remember Her written by: Rohma Safi @RohmaSafi There is a window across the road A...

Poetry English

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God’s Gift in Manger Lay

Robbie Pruitt·January 6, 2021

God’s Gift in Manger Lay written by: Robbie Pruitt @robbiepruitt His body lay In manger clay In...

Poetry English

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What’s In A Name?

Namrata Sood·November 18, 2020

What’s In A Name? written by: Namrata What’s in a name? Few share the same… Some have...

Poetry English

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The Heaven I Crave

Ogu Chukwuebuka Kizito·October 5, 2020

The Heaven I Crave written by: Ogu Chukwuebuka Kizito If only this picture is a reflection of...

Poetry English

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Black and White

Elizabeth Montague·August 14, 2020

Black and White written by: Elizabeth Montague @LizzyMontWrites They draw up to the Table, one they have...

English Literature

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Driving and Biking: Beach Glory

Amanda Eifert·June 20, 2020

Driving and Biking: Beach Glory written by: Amanda Eifert @mandibelle16 Speak vibrant to me of fast cars,...

Poetry English

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Thy Days Are Done

Spillwords·March 22, 2020

Thy Days Are Done a poem by: Lord Byron Thy days are done, thy fame begun; Thy...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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The Legend of My Heart

Himna Ahmad Khan·February 19, 2020

The Legend of My Heart written by: Himna Ahmad Khan Once upon the phase of the moon,...

English Poetry

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An Ode To The Moon

Boris Simonovski·January 17, 2020

An Ode To The Moon written by: Boris Simonovski @VolkashinPoet As I lay atop the mountain reminiscing...

Poetry English

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Possessed by Christmas

Phyllis P. Colucci·December 23, 2019

Possessed by Christmas written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot Christmas carols, holly bells Angels’ breath and blissful...

English Poetry Christmas Phyllis P. Colucci Featured Post 12 Days of Christmas

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Christmas

Mitch Bensel·December 23, 2019

Christmas written by: Mitch Bensel @MitchRambling Christmas… cookies with toys and family with babies… presents that crinkle...

English Poetry Christmas

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The Cocoon

Sofia Kioroglou·November 7, 2019

The Cocoon written by: Sofia Kioroglou Some lazy silkworms woke up this morning After a protracted period...

Poetry English

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Soul Search

Sarmistha Gupta·September 10, 2019

Soul Search written by: SARMISTHA GUPTA @9903992790Gupta Flapping his arms and perched atop Bellowing gust the wind...

English Poetry

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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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