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“Good Bones,” she insists, though neglect has taken its toll, foundations sinking into soil, roots exposed to wind’s harsh toll. “You can fix the rot,” her voice is worn, as if she’s shown this place,

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Original poetry and art, what’s your favorite line ?

Original poetry. What was your favorite line?

Original poem by me. A work in progress

Long Live The King Of Light

Photo Credit: Pixabay o[r]bit my death was a violent rejection of iconography an academic example of expired mythology and yet not the conclusion of the story titled me interrupted on hiatus in transition

Pic Source displacement hallelujah and let the church say amen from empty pew and pulpit chained up doors with lights out for the night while lost souls circle the sanctuary seeking salvation flaunted

There are clouds of doubt and uncertainty, Sometimes obscuring the sunshine; There remains a world of awesome beauty It is there around us all the time. Choose to see the beauty; don’t see the slime. Reality

In nature, all things have a place, all things are a part of a system. We are part of nature. No matter what color, what shape, young or old, We are an integral part of the whole. It is inescapable. Accept

Original Content Approaching this game with you Has left me in a state of loss Seduction has never been my strong suit I simply grow on you, like moss. That's a bad metaphor for someone That is trying

From where do I bring that heart, Which can forget you, Please show me the path, I am remembering you still so much, Though you were left us. It is not my fault, As my heart feels for you, If it is a fault

The world is a mystery, The mysterious people, The unbelievable behavior, Why so complicated ?be careful. Be careful dear ,its a unknown way, If you want to fly,you should have wings, If you are thirsty,ponds

A son, a father, a poet, and a true patriot, Has left us forever, Without doing any promises, to meet again--- Without listening any cries, of his dear ones, He had chosen his way. This is the truth of

I love you from all my soul, Your every welbeing is my liff's goal, Your sweet voice is my music, Your every looks energized my physics, Oh my sweet baby I love you so much. I know you have to live far

Whenever it rains I will think of her... There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won't remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the #birds

You told nothing, But ,I hear everything . I have already achieved the bond, Can I take bath in the beautiful pond. The eyes speak many things to me, Though you told nothing, Yes I come to know everything,

Love is that power which enriches your lives with beautiful colours.Your days and nights become green and pink with its fragrance and beauty.It energies your strength and makes you practical and positive

When I was thinking about what to write in my steemit blog today at the same time, I had got a picture message from my friend,where he had sent a photograph of an bolywood actress Rekha at her age of 64