The illest writer

Joined August 2023

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Hello everybody, i am glad to be part of vocal community. I can't wait to share with you my best written articles ever. Thank you. May GOD bless you.

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The Fire
From its sparks, it turns the woods to ashes, kindling life's evolution with a flash of matches, boiling the heart of the tremendous volcano,
By The illest writer2 years ago in Poets
The Moon
Somewhere in the cosmos, are dancing stars in their wholly fineness, attracting the beauty of the crowned angels in their pure highness,
By The illest writer2 years ago in Poets
The Sun
Glowing from its strike, the sun, a friend of a hike, brightening our journey in a fully mode energy, boiling our body's sweat in a truly wow prodigy,
By The illest writer2 years ago in Poets
The Sand
From the beginning to the end, i will still survive, i nursed the first orphan, the human species that ever alive, ignoring my presence, is more than ignoring your own existence,
By The illest writer2 years ago in Poets
The Wind
Breathing at the four sides of the universe, with a gust, it soothes the pulse of the orphan's curse, spreads the sound of the Hiroshima and Nagasaki's nuclear burst,
By The illest writer2 years ago in Poets
The Ocean
Wide can be the ocean, overrunning the ground in big portions, by trickling down the volcanic rocks of the Atlantic, to the Alaska big snowy mountains to north side arctic,
By The illest writer2 years ago in Poets
Money heist critique
Money heist, different from used to watch movies, based on the making-off to the original idea that it spreads. The connection between the past and the present makes it more genius. It beats the odds, by giving you no clue about its ending, and the acting really hit the top.
By The illest writer2 years ago in Critique
The drought
A plea never heard by humanity. A humanity filled of greedy souls. From the cries of the newborn. To the blow-up of the big horn.
By The illest writer2 years ago in Poets
The rain
At the far end, deep in the cosmos. To the other side, off the blessed source. Are dangling the clouds in a rush, to shower the last crops of the peasant,
By The illest writer2 years ago in Poets
Dusk
For the villains, dusk is the main time to turn to demons. Templates of secrets hidden in a broad garden, where tarnished souls intertwine with the devil's bowels.
By The illest writer2 years ago in Poets
Dawn
From the beginning, i accompanied the first human on earth. From its earliest state to its nowadays shape. I'd experienced and heard the first roar of dinosaurs.
By The illest writer2 years ago in Poets
Dead flower
I woke up in a garden full of moths. With the quietness of the surroundings, fit in the skylight of the top hill mountains.
By The illest writer2 years ago in Poets

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The Fire

The Moon

The Sun

The Sand

The Wind

The Ocean

Money heist critique

The drought

The rain

Dusk

Dawn

Dead flower

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