"He awakens at last, the first day of December. It was a cold day, skin dried, winding floating steadily above ground as the sky continued to grow grayer. His bed faced the outside world, his curtains ajar as the sun wasn't great as it were during the past summer. He rubbed his eyes softy, his … Continue reading He Awakens At Last excerpt…
Good evening everyone and welcome to another Friday Night Poetry corner, the last one of 2021. Today, a wonderful writer, Dr. Prafulla K. Panda gives us this poem called.--- "-21: When You’re Gone." Quite fitting eh?
Open Your Mind
My journey didn’t stop with mere time travel or writing; it led me to become one of the most sought-after empaths, a soulful psychic who reads the hidden depths of the human spirit. I’ve been blessed—or perhaps burdened—with an ability that allows me to feel the emotions of people from every corner of time.
Writing, Stories, Poetry, Opinions, Life, and Moments
all the trinkets of the day
Peace in the Imperfect
KG Bethlehem 