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Tears streamed freely down her face, falling on his hand, clasped in hers. Her eyes were red with pain, her haggard look a testament to many sle..

A story inspired by my poem, The Tune.

She was the one, My mother warned me about, Yet my sweet mother’s words, Went pitifully unheeded, Attempts to edify my reso..

The tune floats through the night air, Permeating its deafening silence, He can see it move, Undulating in the breeze, In smooth ..

A simple thought on statistics on human life

I still remember that kiss, Feeling your lips against mine, The only thing that mattered, That glorious moment with you. I..

A reflection of war and violence especially in Africa.

He hugged her tighter still, Knowing the end had come at last, They slept in each other’s arms, None wanting to leave first. ..

A piece written in a moment of madness.

Just a thought.