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Poetry
Memories arise, an echo's gentle sway,
Circling 'round me, crays of yesterday.
Recalling her smile, so beautiful and bright,
A beacon of joy in the softest light.
Her laughter, a melody, pure and clear,
Resonates within, though she's not here.
A bosom swelled, like creeks in spring's embrace,
Overflowing with love, a tender grace.
In every ripple, her essence I find,
A memory cherished, sweetly entwined.
Her smile, a memory, forever aglow,
Like creeks that swell, and never forego.
Memories arise, an echo's gentle sway,
Circling 'round me, crays of yesterday.
Recalling her smile, so beautiful and bright,
A beacon of joy in the softest light.
Her laughter, a melody, pure and clear,
Resonates within, though she's not here.
A bosom swelled, like creeks in spring's embrace,
Overflowing with love, a tender grace.
In every ripple, her essence I find,
A memory cherished, sweetly entwined.
Her smile, a memory, forever aglow,
Like creeks that swell, and never forego.
Art From Inside
Our team was blown away by this beautiful painting.
ISSUE NO. 21
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1 MIN READ
You Don’t Know Your Worth
Don't fear my love, everything’s alright. Don't fear my friends, the future looks bright.
ISSUE NO. 21
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2 MIN READ
‘Love Is Blind And It Can Make You See’
Love’s definition cannot be just one, not one, two or more but a tonne. Love is the greatest quality of them all, a verse written by the poet Paul.
ISSUE NO. 21
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1 MIN READ
Apocalypse of the Mind
I sit here watching the second-hand ticking by as it slowly keeps passing my time... And just as I thought the world can’t be changed it's an apocalypse of the mind.