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Footprints Revisited
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Beauty by Mike Noxaura
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Green Shade
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The Spotted Hyena: Africa’s Strongest Teeth!
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Reason
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For Haiti
Modern civilization or mechanization is worthless without humane affection and love Beautiful Or Not What a beautiful morning. I wake to familiar bird songs. Every morning, these cheerful birds sing their hearts out, welcoming everyone to a new day. Treelines are lit up by the rays of the rising sun. Dew collects in droplets on…
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Sweet Lemons by Njabulo N.
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Daylight Aura
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Cheer For Love
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Imageries Of The Fireside
I love how the fire gives rise to dancing things; Flickering fire tongues lick the wood that sits astride, The odd form of musketeers and brave swordsmen Of likenesses behind the light walls, we watch plays Fierce kingdoms, which I may liken to Camelot With her chariots riding off to skirmish, Dire wolves in the…
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Silhouettes
Shadows clone for good or evil Like a hefty hoe tilling the soft soil Her shadow strikes too at things dead Under the moon’s watchful eyes this land, Shadows of branches on the ground Were green trees during the noon Taunt timid skies overall, shining on fair nuns But they become the dark spells in…
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Happy International Youth Day
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Cold Night
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Quote on Love
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Thank You, Dear Followers!
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Lullaby: Night Rain
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Everybody Deserves Love
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Beautiful Blossoms
Beautiful August, my favorite aura Large fruit trees blossoming around the countryside form a flower shelter, which also provides a spectacular view. The rains had taken a break, and the stream and river levels had receded. It’s the August break. I noticed this morning that the petals were on the verge of blossoming. Now I…
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Morning Muse: Rising Sun
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The Spider’s Tale and Song
The Spider’s Tale A childhood class taught a lesson in perseverance and diligence. It featured a little spider who never gave up and an overthrown king who learned to be resilient. I’ll retell the story in simple words. Once, a king was ousted by his brother. He sat in despair, pondering his fate in a…
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Sonnet of The Day | William Wordsworth
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I Heard The Waterfalls Sing
I heard the garrulous waterfalls sing once, Drowning the noise of the forest in its wake She cascades down, drawing curtains of white waters, Pitching shadows behind the rocks that let it form I have seen the streams divide into two or three files, Each guarding its way through shiny stones and rocks, Creating a…
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Live
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Home
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August
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Friends: A Loop That Never Ends
Friends are family we chose for ourselves Today is the International Day of Friendship and I’ll like to share a little thought. We all have friends and they may come in different forms; fellow men or pets such as a dog, cat, horse, etc. Friendship is an ancient tradition, dating back to the earliest times.…
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Muse: Make You Smile
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Muse: Little Dancer
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Windy Music
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Anger
Anger is one word shorter than danger Anger Anger is terrible. It leaves regret in its wake. Although it’s normal to get irritated by people’s actions and words, by situations, and even by trivial details, we should always be mindful of uncontrolled anger. I got this short story from a devotional booklet. The story demonstrates…
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ShepherdLore: Music of Nature
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Let The Fireworks Roar
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Trees are Nests
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The Golden Bird From Project Gutenberg
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Quotes on Hope ©
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A Lover’s Poem
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The Iron Snake
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Serenity Is Vitality
Serenity Is Vitality Not everybody appreciates a loud and garrulous setting. Let’s assume that people are apples. Accordingly, we come in different hues and sizes and so do our likes and dislikes. The differences become the leverage, our various flavours and uniqueness. I adore relaxed and silent settings, especially the beautiful countryside. It’s strange to…
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Be True
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Be You
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Hugs & Social Distancing
What the world needs now is hugs; big, sweet hugs Heartwarming Contact Hugs are heartwarming. It warms up the body and soul, faster than a sizzling cup of coffee. Hugs are passionate physical contact that can tear down walls and boulders, and open up a theatre of affection, acceptance, and love. Every living thing hugs…
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Pause: Listen and Watch
Pause Listen Sometimes the wind speaks, The birds sing as they fly, And the rivers throw up sounds Insects display incessant zithering, Rainfall is the beat of the rooftop, And woodpecker’s pecking is a rhythm Pause Watch Sometimes trees draw with dropping leaves, The sands are her drawing board, The crickets burrow on the sand,…
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Folklore: The Shed of Trees Is Our Home
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Count Your Blessings