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Swifter wings have brought misfortune hence But never had I seen any with such dark plumage as those which fluttered above my heart one...

He wandered upstream As the brook sang his song, Soaking his brilliance. Only latent in water. But callous in air, A white swell in our...

When I was little, I had a sister When I was twelve and she was sixteen, She lost her mother She brought a girl home and held her hand...

Loneliness is an unbearable reality. At first, I did not understand it. It seemed like a process, rather than a condition. A process that...

Looking into the mirror I see my Mommy’s eyes. It’s the only thing of hers I’ve seen in a long time besides all of the colourful perfume...