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Still Pouting

The words of poets Drift through Time Occupy a space In the lives of mortals Or linger too long On dusty shelves Forgotten or ignored Their paper lips Still pouting… Still eager to be explored Their silent knowledge Now hidden … Continue reading

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Here, words often gather

in the cafe across the street my cappuccino is waiting quietly waiting to wet my lips three armchairs around a marble table a place of inspiration i hear words whispering in my ear – come join us! here, words often … Continue reading

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