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Random First Lines:Somebody must have seen something, she couldnâ€™t just have disappeared. Did she get onto the ferry or did she slip away after her mother... » Read
Grappling with the aesthetic ,
The sweating striving of integrity and the charlatan-poseur
And what is it anyway .. this thing we call '' Beauty ''
Is the flower beautiful before you set your gaze on it ,or does is become beautiful because you looked and found it...
After not being there for a friend, it is hard to cope with his departure from this world!
By Olivia Corvine
A bereft mother runs through her memories as she spends a day at the beach. She reminisces about the cherished memories she spent with ther daughter who was kidnapped and killed.
By Azmat Shah
nature has always intrigued me it has always served as an inspiration for my poetry. This poem is completely metaphorical and symbolic, it very personal for me and among my favourates.