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We Were Kissed… Poetry

‚ÄčI hear cries Of children Screaming in agony I hear wails of mothers Mourning I see the land flow with red The sky goes drip drip Non stop My heart breaks Where do we go from here? --- Smell of burning fills the place Running in the bush The tears blind my eyes Thorns and… Continue reading We Were Kissed… Poetry

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Dark Soul…Three Line Tales

Alex sat in the dark. The skies were very black and the whole village he could see from the hill which stood like a monstrosity. All the crimes he had committed are yet to come to limelight. No one sees the truth behind his smiles. The farmer daughter he raped. The old woman he stole… Continue reading Dark Soul…Three Line Tales