Tag: Writing
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Wordle: Angel’s Paradise
I can hear them. I hear them laugh. Sometimes, I hear them weep, Which is a shock within this tranquil realm. The clearest blue sky with the fluffiest white clouds, Where all kinds of plants and flowers grow A gentle brook flows And a pleasant warmth surrounds.A flutter of wings makes me turn My spirits…
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The Wednesday Wordcloud: Starstruck
Emotions soar Transfixed by the fluid dancer Again and again flowing this way and that Creating surreal shapes Telling silent tales Emitting starlight And not for the first time this century I bake
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Echoes
Through the mists of time Echoes appear as shadows; Memories abound Time. One of the great healers.
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Inperfectly Restles
Fnigers, my Inner Typist, is getting restles. I can feel it when I’m writing, typing, and now painting. There’s an urge – a surge even – for my fingers to go off and do their own thing. I know that Fingers is trying to take over as I’ll attempt to type the letter ‘L’, for…
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The Wordcloud: Sunrise
The Sun lifts itself high above the meadow Like an invisible cyclops peering over all that’s below The birds gather like a battalion Then sing their dawn concert Providing bliss after the night-time hush Reclusive creatures emerge from their hideaways And drown in the sublime Pearls of dew cover the grass…
The Mansionic Perspective 