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TAKE MY HAND: ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos

Take my hand.
We will walk.
We will only walk.
We will enjoy our walk without
thinking of arriving anywhere.

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Aesthetic
by Anisha Nyambe

I can hear the water gurgling in the tank
and me walking on damp sand.

The dawn is a bit gloomier today;
like my emotions, the skies are gray.

Peaceful birds coo in the distance,
wise owls nod their heads
and as the desert flower blooms
the grass covers the soil like a carpet

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Butterflies love dance
by Dr. Robert Ippaso

They flutter and they flitter
Two lovebirds on the lam
Their beatings wings adorned with glitter
Tiny beads of dew reflecting in the sun.

From flower to flower they wander
A constant game of catch me if you can,
No time to wait or simply ponder
When procreation is now their only plan.


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Solace among the moors
by Sharon Morgan

A walk among the moors is where I seek solace
Among the largest expanses of heather,
To the South, the Vale of Pickering
How breath-taking, the moorland plateau,
Broken by deep vales and valleys
That embrace cultivated woodland,
It is where I seek solace,
To clear my troubled mind
A haven that understands me
Where no questions of me are asked

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Aesthetic
by Anisha Nyambe

I can hear the water gurgling in the tank
and me walking on damp sand.

The dawn is a bit gloomier today;
like my emotions, the skies are gray.

Peaceful birds coo in the distance,
wise owls nod their heads
and as the desert flower blooms
the grass covers the soil like a carpet

......

Continue reading
Butterflies love dance
by Dr. Robert Ippaso

They flutter and they flitter
Two lovebirds on the lam
Their beatings wings adorned with glitter
Tiny beads of dew reflecting in the sun.

From flower to flower they wander
A constant game of catch me if you can,
No time to wait or simply ponder
When procreation is now their only plan.


......

Continue reading
Solace among the moors
by Sharon Morgan

A walk among the moors is where I seek solace
Among the largest expanses of heather,
To the South, the Vale of Pickering
How breath-taking, the moorland plateau,
Broken by deep vales and valleys
That embrace cultivated woodland,
It is where I seek solace,
To clear my troubled mind
A haven that understands me
Where no questions of me are asked

......

Continue reading
TAKE MY HAND: ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos

Take my hand.
We will walk.
We will only walk.
We will enjoy our walk without
thinking of arriving anywhere.

Continue reading
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