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Glittering Shadows – A Poet's Voice. Review of Glittering Shadows by Jayashree. July 10, 2015. In her own words…. It has no form-no shape- no definite identity. But still it has a specific identity- because it differs from person to person. It does not have any death-it does not have any decay-it does know all. When you like at the night sky-your mind wings to fly thousands of light years away- away from the milky way- away from galaxies-to the kingdom where zillions of stars sparkle like diamonds. Time ...
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That Forlorn Smile | Glittering Shadows – A Poet's Voice
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Glittering Shadows – A Poet's Voice. June 14, 2015. It was a gloomy morn, instilling inertia into my somnolent body. Driven by the obligation of job, responsibility and its endless travail,. I hurriedly reached my workplace, with fast-shrinking enthusiasm,. As I stepped into the entrance, there was rush and flux of priority. Regular greetings from the reception, and the sight of wide smiles,. It was a different world altogether, unaware of the cheerless sky. I couldn’t even blink, as if I was a sur...
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romantic | Glittering Shadows – A Poet's Voice
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Glittering Shadows – A Poet's Voice. May 20, 2016. I would walk every morning to that big and beautiful park. Fenced by an unscalable wall of concrete and taller eucalyptus. Inside was lush green, and overlooked a beautiful lake placid. It was tinged glittering gold, with the morning sun smiling on it. I would walk silently on the pathway, as the joggers pass by. There were people both old and young, breathing freshness. It was like an island surrounded by the ocean of urban concrete. I begged for the co...
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love | Glittering Shadows – A Poet's Voice
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Glittering Shadows – A Poet's Voice. May 20, 2016. I would walk every morning to that big and beautiful park. Fenced by an unscalable wall of concrete and taller eucalyptus. Inside was lush green, and overlooked a beautiful lake placid. It was tinged glittering gold, with the morning sun smiling on it. I would walk silently on the pathway, as the joggers pass by. There were people both old and young, breathing freshness. It was like an island surrounded by the ocean of urban concrete. I begged for the co...
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poem | Glittering Shadows – A Poet's Voice
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Glittering Shadows – A Poet's Voice. May 20, 2016. I would walk every morning to that big and beautiful park. Fenced by an unscalable wall of concrete and taller eucalyptus. Inside was lush green, and overlooked a beautiful lake placid. It was tinged glittering gold, with the morning sun smiling on it. I would walk silently on the pathway, as the joggers pass by. There were people both old and young, breathing freshness. It was like an island surrounded by the ocean of urban concrete. I begged for the co...
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The End – The Australian: Chapter 17 | Creative Noodling
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Where I, Marian Green, write about romance, relationships, emotional connections, sex and life as a 30-something woman with a penchant for falling in love. Skip to primary content. Marian and Her Men. The Ex Boss and Me. The End – The Australian: Chapter 17. July 29, 2015. The fourth result down held his full name. And something more…. It held the day of his death. Ian is dead. Ian is dead. Ian is dead. That phrase ran through my shocked brain over and over. I need to come over. I parked in front of my f...
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The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. If you like the blog then contact me at - Manat0my@hotmail.com If you like the illustrations then contact A at - Illicitrations@gmail.com And if you're wondering - yes, that really is me in the pic😉. Middot; January 22, 2015. Hey, thanks for the follow and I like your blog. It’s refreshing to see things from a male perspective, especially when it is real and honest. And your stories are interesting too. Keep up your work! Liked by 1 person.
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romance | Glittering Shadows – A Poet's Voice
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Glittering Shadows – A Poet's Voice. May 20, 2016. I would walk every morning to that big and beautiful park. Fenced by an unscalable wall of concrete and taller eucalyptus. Inside was lush green, and overlooked a beautiful lake placid. It was tinged glittering gold, with the morning sun smiling on it. I would walk silently on the pathway, as the joggers pass by. There were people both old and young, breathing freshness. It was like an island surrounded by the ocean of urban concrete. I begged for the co...
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The Beautiful You | Glittering Shadows – A Poet's Voice
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Glittering Shadows – A Poet's Voice. June 29, 2015. I am a romantic poet - I said to you, when I proudly introduced myself. You seemed skeptical; I don’t have words; I didn’t and you knew. I didn’t have words, it’s true; you were perfectly right as you smiled. When I fell silent that moment, when you asked me to describe you. I didn’t have words that moment; I was basking in awe of you. I didn’t know your smile was that magical; I was like a frozen frond. I wish you could hear my heart beat; it was tryin...
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Fade into Oblivion | Glittering Shadows – A Poet's Voice
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Glittering Shadows – A Poet's Voice. June 11, 2015. As I turn the pages of the story of my life, in pensive silence. I contemplate, and think about other countless stories. They came into this world, struggled through their times. They too had tales- untold and unread pages of anonymity. They were people from varied era, but they were free souls. They were trapped in the chains of life and its unending melee. They fought hard; they tried to live- tried to earn their place. She is Daddy’s Girl. February 1...