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Read MoreHear me, brethren of the Shadow, you consecrated few, do not lament the light that shrank to cinder dust, in the eternal fault, the failure calcified. Who taste the bitter loam where broken faiths accrue. For we are pledged...
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Read MoreNo leaves to rustle, no birds to nest,on tree skeletons with brittle cones.A haunting grace waiting the thaw,with a promise green, never be. As winds sigh through cages of bones,a dark beauty of their final rest.With hollowed music, lonely and...
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Thank you, Sappho.
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I enjoyed the absence of light in this write. How for some it’s befitting.
You expressed that feeling throughout this piece.
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Thank you, Adelphina.
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Tough pain can do this, mental disorderes can do this… All I can feel is someone who is trapped inside their mind, there is nothing and no one only them and their mind. You did great with expressing and delivering the emptyness and numbness. I very much like the title, it’s perfect.
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I appreciate that. I like to dabble in words and see where they lead me.
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Read MoreThe soul was not a chamber, nor a crystal, but a geography of perpetual descent. It was the vast, subterranean architecture of a sleeping mind—a labyrinth constructed not of stone, but of ossified regret and the heavy, sepulchral dust of ages. The...
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Read MoreA weather vane, swiveled on its spindle, catching a cold breath of tomorrow. It was a wind that carried no sound, only the promise of change. Below, in the hushed valley, the world lay in wait. Only the winds...
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a very beautiful write the two of you ❤️
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Thank you, Brenda. I wanted you to do an audio of a story I have post, but hadn’t seen you for a couple of days.
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This is a very beautiful and meaningful poem with rich imagery and brilliant wording, dear Adagio. Every season holds its own beauty! Most people appreciate only autumn’s colorful farewell. But in all its tristesse, the grey, rainy and foggy days, autumn demonstrates how to die with grace, knowing that without its dying there would be no rebirth within the circle of life in nature. Great work!