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rugby843.blog
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| | | | | *** A vista of rain soaked drooping garden roses brings to mind the days I planted them, with the hope or maybe it was a promise, they would rise and flourish. The silver droplets ceasing, blurring my sight, as if my aging orbs are not the reason I cannot see clearly through the glass. "The... | |
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writinginnorthnorfolk.com
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| | | | | A stone is a stone.it's reached its final form,it's shrunk, it hasn't grownor gathered any moss, as long as it keeps rolling down an incline of some sort, unaltered, hard, solid, limestone, sandstone, marble, granite, a part of the Earth's crust.Kim M. Russell, 21st April 2025 It's Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, with... | |
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dversepoets.com
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| | | | | Hello friends, writers and poets. Björn here, trying to inspire you to write prose. It is always hard to find a good line to embed in a piece of prose, but after looking around this line caught my attention: The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes from "The Love Song of J.... | |
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vjknutson.org
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| | | I light two candles -one in gratitude for my escapeone for the souls of my captors Forgiveness is not on the table...yet... The first candle I light with intention -inhaling liberationexhaling confinementHow long before my consciousness acknowledges freedom? I light the second candleteeth clenched, unable to controlthe tremor... Is it futile to pray for the... | ||
