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Sweet nectar

The craft of language,
and the art of persuasion
is almost more pleasing than
the idea shared, in its self. The one
whose heart finds a fruit worth more. 150 more words


isolated and sheltered
nobody shall disturb me

satisfy my soul with rest
only in the dark, I have it best

my mind is frozen
nested on feathered ground… 31 more words



There are years my heart has been

So heavy

I have fallen into shadows.

I closed my window and slipped

Into a restless sleep

Missing the entirety of springs tender arrival. 24 more words

Sleep is inevitable, slumber or death.

– Aniket More 22 more words


16. I found a piece of my heart that was still available!

23rd May, 1954 – The week of tradition has passed and the time has come for me to bring Hemma home.  I saw her standing at the front door and when she noticed me walking up to her house, her face lit up immediately!   697 more words

Painting A Life's Canvas


Still, soft, sleep ungated.

Morpheus, restless, slumber stirs.

Lost numbed secrets burn.



Nightly Inspiration

Inspiration wreaks havoc on my sleep
Thoughts race through that I try to keep
Seeing what enlightenment I can reap
Before blackness on my eyes does creep… 34 more words