Category: Literature
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Sunset
Clock strikes half after five Not a darkness covers as I close my eyes A mixture of strokes it is – bloody red, striking orange, yellow that’s glistening bright Caressing my forehead, blushing my cheeks, its warmth pressing against my lips Its radiance inducing me for one last look Down it goes. “How beautiful”, I…
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Kubli
One evening of September 2015, I was forcing myself to sleep when I decided to randomly write a poem through my twitter account. No rules, no counts, no measures. Not even finished. I just wanted to get some stuff out of my head, hoping it would then clear my mind and would finally get me…
The Millennial Writer 