Today’s prompt for the Write Tribe Festival of words was this picture My world Colour has fled my world Leaving it stark And cold Unending monotony Mile after mile Alone I walk Glimpses of sunlight Perhaps a way out Just illusions Glimpses of the world beyond Out of my reach ************ Tired of looking without…
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I sit by the window Sipping my chai The squirrels chatter on the tree outside The lazy clouds drift across the summer sky. A slight breeze brushes across my face Like a caress. Doris Day plays in the background, And my dog curled on my feet. No one else around. To one to cook for,…
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The age of big miracles is past No more does God part the sea. No more does he carry a mountain on his little finger No more does he raise people from the dead No more does he spring out of a pillar to save his devotee. There are no more miracles today. Or are…
Read moreOnce upon a time there was a girl, Naive and sweet. Her heart open with love Twenty-four seven. But people entered, And left without a word. And worse, left their baggage, Of thrash for her to deal with. Initially she shrugged the hurts aside, And went on loving ; Opening her heart Twenty-four seven. But…
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