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The Road by Recognition.
Sometimes, threads are determined by circumstances;By threads I mean the circumstances determined by the path we all walk;Are we walking the road or the road is walking us to its precious soil?And by road I did not mean the path that we thread;By the path that we thread I did not mean that our path…
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Innocent and beautiful.
Children are wonderfulI am sure, but How can I knowIf children are angel.It burns in themHotter than a furnaceThe beauty and innocenceOf the world;The brilliancy of the sun-shine.In their creativenessFound the mirror of the worldThat pleases the heart of the God. #WDYS #Whatdoyousee @Sadje prompt.
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I Believe in meeting with you again.
The sun used to laugh on my hut,When the heart beats for survival,When the reciprocal of failure was success,When the hope of tomorrow was certain; Within a twinkle of an eye,The ripest moment turned to be the saddest encounter,The sun stopped shinning,The world had gone dark; The smiley hut is dilapidated,The pride of the hut…
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Kindness once and again.
If this is your less troubled hours,Hours that are calm, soothing and not overwhelmingThen you deserve to show kindness; Show kindness to the rain,by giving it an umbrella so gently it fallsand does not fall hard to the ground; Show kindness to the umbrella,by holding it up, firm so it does not bendand fly away…
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MOTIVATIONAL MONDAY
βοΈ KINDNESS βοΈ Kindness is one of the pure traits that could find a place in the human heart. It gives us friends wherever we may go. Kindness is a language understood by all, there’s no denying it when someone shows kindness to us; its influence never ceases, started once, it flows onward. You don’t…
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Throw ’em all on pages
She comes like duskEnsnaring her colours…crimson on my heart.She swayed in blue, I could see her weary eyes screaming to be saved.I could stretch my bruised hand, and offer to helpBut I drown in more dismay, still learning to swim. Her smiles were delicate… stroking my heart.Her lips rouge, with perfect shapes.I never got the…
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The last drop of things that matters.
First,My song goes toThe bleeding pathThe crossway to unknown;I’m a wanderer, a visitor,I’m a stranger, I’m unknown.You might try to find me as you always have to, but I’m the residue Left when the wood is burned and its ash is scattered on the face of the wind. Featured image: πΈ|history painting: an art genre…
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THIRSTY THURSDAY #004. May 18, 2023.
Welcome to another Thirstday prompt. I’ve decided to keep today’s post short. No story neither poetry nor caption, just today’s recipe and a sentence to quench my thirst for new words. Looking at the word I’ve juiced to quench my thirst today, here, I have the word ACCISMUS. ACCISMUS.Accismus is a useful term for pretending…
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THIRSTY THURSDAY #003 – A Round up post.
The #thirstythursday words are alighted in the story below. A BALLERINA AND THE STREET QUEEN. Lucy’s performance on stage was thoroughly debunked by the panel of judges. Her tutor didn’t help with her situation either, all she did was criticize her efforts no matter how she tried to keep up. She felt like the whole…
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C’est la mort?
C’est la mort ? (Is it death?) The melancholy soundmelodiously crossing the mountainssolely crossing to me; Blood boiling, heart aching withso much tendernessand the atmosphere crossing limitless feelingsupon all the bodies surrounding me, enchanted; These breezes are familiar somewhere,somewhere cold and freezingsomewhere hot and boiling; To what tune does mountain water and dew subjected themselves…
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POETICUM
Our broken bones as they areCaused and jinxed by enemy’s wishing thoughts;Energies dispensed,They said they’d use ointments and soothing balmBut I wonder if a broken bone will heal. POETICUM – sets of soothing and energizing poems.
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Two thoughts per square foot.
__________I hope I belong somewhere in this world.My mind runs in doubt and weary,I’ve lived long enough to understand how things connectBut I don’t see myself connecting to any significant.__________Maybe soon I shall attain, or dwell in a mediocre fate,But in the depths of my despair, I fear it may be too late.Time slips through…
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Covenant
I have been taken care of Too much for a while,It’s not been mother’s will though,It’s a covenant designed by nature. Written for Sadje’s #WDYS prompt. #whatdoyousee Featured image taken from Mormon Blog. Nature, Wisdom, Spirit, Mother – By Common Consent. You can check out the blog here: https://wp.me/prAQD-rz3
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