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L’uccello del paradisoA Poem by Haim Kadmanpoem |
Eighth of OctoberA Poem by PoetryPandaI can hear the clock ticking But I can't hear a sound, I can see the moon above the skies But I can't see its bright, I can feel the wind blowing .. |
The gameA Poem by Haim KadmanA thirty word s snippet. |
Easy MoneyA Story by RoyceShort story, about true life experiences. Kind of a weird one. |
Too Young to Feel This OldA Poem by Ally AnnHow do I feel so old when I am still so young? |
a modern war to the tune of repetitionA Poem by Safia A.A tribute to my dad, who missed out on so much of me and my siblings lives serving in the marines. |
Wasting AwayA Poem by Adam M. SnowWhat is this? Fading fast beyond our grasp; ticking, tocking. Ev'ry hour stalking; like its prey, we're hunted - a wild game devoured. |
the yellow rose-diamondA Story by Doux Polverenerein search of a distnat heart in a crowded place |
The Sun Will RiseA Poem by Ally AnnEven at your lowest point, the sun will always rise again |
Ode to Scattered ThoughtsA Poem by CherryMind blender |
Le FantomeA Poem by Haim KadmanA poem. |