Everyone Loves a Gift

Talking of favorites, it differs as does the choice perpetuating out of tributaries of human thoughts. No matter what, everyone loves a gift. Yes, but does it matter? I recall an event from the prologue of my past. It was…
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The Poem

Of theirs are sad faces rolling out bright suns, From windows leaning on winter mornings. Their calls like empty voices, Pending on their meaningless lips. As I travel, they ship their bodies, To places abandoned of breathing hearts. For lifeless…

Of Places

Long where I trodded, Place like that puts me on shine tonight. I see whilst my lifelong wonders, And I witness it has got it all! Little do I know, of places from roads, They stretch straight back from my…