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In her statuesque beauty, A figure so grotesque, I can see.… She was meticulously carved with c… But a darkened soul inside shrieki… Layers of contrite, mournful devou…
Her back could only bend so much..… 'neath him she braved the peril. Attached to the barrel Her grasp to such. Strength wavered,
Tip tap tip tap echoed in my sanct… Each day comes extra ordinarily When I swim across the ocean of p… Filled with new lights for words a… Many were in deep melancholy
The Drying Tree By: Imrogue Pine needles brittled— The tree’s tall—remains upright— So still and hopeful—
Her young soul shrouded with apprehension. A short trip home was like a million miles away. She rushed into the room
My heart beats in organized fleet, Perfect timing in every beat. It’s faster... lifted me to limere… Since you came to my senses! I will have to swear no pretenses.
Treacherous storms, unabated perils, unguarded from thunders, then, lightning struck! From the nest that never swayed
I walked the blackened sand beach of what gave me comfort and sorrow… Yesterday, the tide was high, and now it has subsided... Seaweeds and seashells
Hypnotizing sways of pendulum fade away from my vision. Transcending world of one’s dark epoch, caught in a turbulence… Evil—goodness—
In time, I leave my place... Detaching connection from the base… Pulling away is my norm To defy and not to conform. The 'wind witch’ is on the roll,
Turn me into a driftwood... to drift towards the shore. On the sand I’ll lay; Don’t let waves carry me away. When the sun comes up,
Suddenly, once grayish white cloud… turned deeper grey and floated in… Lightnings flashed behind clouds a… accompanied with roaring thunder warning everything below
I have a secret to tell you. a stranger appears in my bedroom mirror every waking moment. He looks at me intently...
December months bring rains and st… They are called monsoons. A child trotted along behind her They trudged muddy thoroughfare, Searching a place of communication…
Up on the Aratiles tree, the little girl shouted to thee. “Red berries are now ready, get the basket, come and see!” Under the Aratiles tree,