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Life, People, Poetry, Psychology


I stand by a wicked smile. Holding grudges over desert lines. Gods being menaced by moths and flies. Veils fail to save when the evil dies. The golden snowy showers from above. Sins can wait – This moment is euphonious. The bitter wrath of eerie…

Culture, Health, Psychology


Around this unsettled day Desolate as a derelict house, Grows ineffable sadness – Dense like a jungle Whose silence hoots scorn For any intrusion, and Occludes the sunny hands Of a needed interruption ; It is so complacent In its peregrine kingdom, Untamed, friable, and…