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L’uomo è Arrivato

Francesco Abate·October 18, 2020

L’uomo è Arrivato written by: Francesco Abate @FrancescoAbate3 La puzza di catrame copre il profumo dei fiori;...

International Italian Poetry

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Flight of Thought

Vidya Venkataramanan·September 30, 2020

Flight of Thought written by: Vidya Venkataramanan At sunset I perch on a dead branch, I know...

Poetry English

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Return To Sleep

Kavita Ezekiel Mendonca·September 9, 2020

Return To Sleep written by: Kavita Ezekiel Mendonca There’re times the virus robs me of my sleep...

Poetry English

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Eroding Values

Radhika Puttige·August 29, 2020

Eroding Values written by: Radhika Puttige The grandiose of material hype, beguiles the wavering soul, blurs the...

English Poetry

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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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A Novel Storm

Bikram Sutradhar·July 17, 2020

A Novel Storm written by: Bikram Sutradhar A novel storm has started, even more horrible than ‘a...

English Poetry

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Pale Thoughts

Nnane Ntube·July 16, 2020

Pale Thoughts written by: NNANE NTUBE @NnaneNtube O what can man do? Life’s no life, Sitting and...

Poetry English

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Life

Vidya Venkataramanan·July 6, 2020

Life written by: Vidya Venkataramanan The morning was bitterly cold The water frozen, A nip in the...

Poetry English

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Awareness

Dr Molly Joseph·April 13, 2020

Awareness written by: Dr. MOLLY JOSEPH The sun yesterday’s today’s tomorrow’s the same… the usual dawns and eves.....

English Poetry

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Corona

Mike Turner·April 8, 2020

Corona written by: Mike Turner @SchoonerSkipper In the third decade of the 21st Century Earth was in...

English Poetry

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Lost

Deogratias S. Kagali·April 8, 2020

Lost written by: Deogratias S. Kagali East is north, west is east, The compass’ direction lost, Earth’s...

English Poetry

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I Saw The Face of God

Hanna Abi Akl·March 18, 2020

I Saw The Face of God written by: Hanna Abi Akl @HannaAbiAkl On a storefront Selling second-hand...

Poetry English

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Christmas Belief

Roger Turner·December 16, 2019

Christmas Belief written by: Roger Turner @titansdad Have you ever “dashed through the snow in a one...

Featured Post 12 Days of Christmas English Poetry Christmas

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As Christmas Day Approaches

hedgehog·December 13, 2019

As Christmas Day Approaches written by: hedgehog I look out over this land of Wales Days are...

Christmas Featured Post 12 Days of Christmas 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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