Whispers of a Poetess
“Where Words Bloom and Stars Listen
In the quiet hush of night,
I weave my heart in silver light,
Each word a petal, soft, divine,
Blooming where your soul meets mine.
The stars lean close, they seem to know,
The secret tides that gently flow,
A thousand dreams I dare confess,
Within the heart of a poetess.
About the Creator
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Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith6 days ago in Humor
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Wonderful beautiful !!!!