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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
An Ode to my Pen
Your ink spills on paper moving with majesty, ink in blue, red,black and other rainbow colors. Your always there when I fall, make me feel free as the birds in the sky. We could write all about the earth, show my emotions which flows fiercely like the oceans. Write about my every thought, pain and joy.
By Vera Olachi3 years ago in Poets
The Act of kindness
Once upon a time in a bustling city, there lived a man named Alexander. He was a successful and wealthy entrepreneur who seemed to have everything one could desire β a luxurious mansion, a fleet of fancy cars, and a thriving business empire. However, despite his opulent lifestyle, Alexander always felt a sense of emptiness in his heart. He had become so engrossed in the pursuit of material wealth that he had lost touch with the simple joys of life.
By Prince Aduse3 years ago in Poets
