Category: poetry
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A short story that just happened to me 🙂 The red dust of the Gibson Desert clung to Uncle David’s boots, a mirror of the restless spirit he’d carried for over forty years. Living in the city had dulled his edges, making him feel like a man standing between two…
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The poem reflects the yearning for freedom and understanding amid struggles. It captures imagery of flying high, a weeping heart, and the contrast of human deceit symbolized by a black crow. The longing for an ideal place, free from turmoil, emphasizes a quest for meaning and acceptance in life’s uncertainties.…
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Ot taki wierszyk, bo jeśli coś w naszym życiu jest prawdziwe i od nas niezależne, to właśnie jak się czujemy <3. Ciekawe jak to jest, że żyję?Czasem tyję.Czasem wysłucham czegoś ciekawego –Nic nowego. Ot jeden dzień weselić się, drugi smutkiem,Tamten czerwienią zapełniony, inny – odpychającą trutką.Jak to bywa, że życie…
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Frank had passed on 28th of November 2025. Aged 21. He was a wonderful cat. Very active in his young days. Would jump and crash into a shelf. Sometimes succeeded. But never seemed to give up. He was mainly sleeping his last few years. And smelled. And I loved him…
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When darkness presents and starts to commence. Sense makes no sense,Senses are nonsense,Sensible becomes insensible,Terrible. You look and see nothing,You touch and feel something,You listen and hear too much,Taste? I have not tried it as such. The thought one guides my step,Going and going with my grip and grep.One face,…
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