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Where I met God

No better place did I meet God than amidst the natural elements. Visit a lonely beach, the countryside or try sitting still in the mountains. Listen to the birds chirps, the woods sing, the wind whistle among the hills and watch waves crash on the rocks while it kisses the sandy beach... Just connect to her. Nature is beautiful.

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Poetry

My brother is a Writer

My brother is a Writer  His pen weeps timeless tears His pad is soaked in voiceless tears His words sing a tune of times forgotten  An eulogy to culture and tradition  Who is to blame for our broken hopes  He writes (because) My brother is a Writer  * My brother is a Writer His pen… Continue reading My brother is a Writer