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“Poetry is the scent of a soul who longed to utter the deepest words but remained unuttered on the lips. It is then that the words are released as a scent on the pages..”

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Book:The Sapphire Shore
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“Let no man in the world have The gift from god or nature To see the little girl living In emotional poverty Living in fear and insecurity Living in a sixty-two-year-old woman I have come to see and know I love you with all my heart All that I have seen All that I knew All that I have given All that I love about you Is given from my soul To furnish your soul When the choices come No material gifts No emotional gifts Will match the immortal love I have in me That Only lives to love you” Santiago”

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“They're Killing Us (Poem) ________ May my feet land on the safe ends of Your robes, For human land drinks human blood and feasts on its remains. May my hands be held by Your hands, For human hands were loving me yesterday but are murdering me today. May my eyes be filled with sanity, for this generation is piercing me with its inhumanity. May I dwell in Your heaven, as I no longer feel safe on this earth even. My feet are stumbling on many dead bodies. My hands are replete with burns and bruises from the spears of those who You lovingly created in Your image just as I was crested. My eyes are filled with images of my people killed. My body is garmented in agony, trauma, confusion, and fume. Where can I take refuge from these dirty souls who seek my blood? To whom should I run to brood these now broken soles, and eyes filled with floods? Lead me to where it’s safest. Lead me to where it’s kindest.”

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Author:Mitta Xinindlu
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“Old, yet beloved to my family, the cart is marked with the prints and sweat of our ancestors, who began our journeys in trade. I carry our world in this cart, wares we have taken ages to create. Foraging through earth and trees to source our natural ingredients. Wares I push with deep pride, along the sloping, uneven terrain. I can travel further with the cart and expand my avenues for trade.”

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Book:Adira and the Dark Horse
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