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In 2018 this poem was born...   Claire O' C. (Cork - Ireland) - “Piano Ocean”   If it is the voice of cackled caves, Ocean sworn and faded letters, The East Beast the crown of the peek, Watch the dead they are asleep, Forge the paths of snow and ice, Watch the fallen in souls dispatched, Painted by the drunk and broken, Played piano on a silver ocean.   Enjoy.    

In 2018 this poem was born...   Claire O' C. (Cork - Ireland) - “Piano Ocean”   If it is the voice of cackled caves, Ocean sworn and faded letters, The East Beast the crown of the peek, Watch the dead they are asleep, Forge the paths of snow and ice, Watch the fallen in souls dispatched, Painted by the drunk and broken, Played piano on a silver ocean.   Enjoy.    

In 2018 this poem was born...   Claire O' C. (Cork - Ireland) - “Piano Ocean”   If it is the voice of cackled caves, Ocean sworn and faded letters, The East Beast the crown of the peek, Watch the dead they are asleep, Forge the paths of snow and ice, Watch the fallen in souls dispatched, Painted by the drunk and broken, Played piano on a silver ocean.   Enjoy.    

Today we share a first poem about Spring. We need it so much.   It Felt like Spring , by Liselle P. (USA) It’s home time, as I make my way down the long winding steps, which feels like going down deeper into a dark tunnel that never ends. As I pushed the door wide open, a soft, rush of cool air embraced my face as if trying to say high and I miss you, let me give you a hug. It felt like Spring; it’s in the air. I smiled as the air captivated me and romanced me, the skeletal trees swayed to the breeze, as pieces of its loved ones fell to the ground. They didn’t mind, because they knew their glory will shine one day. As they held on with their roots, their frames all dark, old, twisted and bent, like an old bent lady with a walking stick, trying to keep her balance. It’s just a matter of time to be alive. As I walked along the sidewalk, the smell of Spring, the buds popping out from plants as it signifies growth, life and another journey. The green grass sprouts, given another chance to ...

Today we share a first poem about Spring. We need it so much.   It Felt like Spring , by Liselle P. (USA) It’s home time, as I make my way down the long winding steps, which feels like going down deeper into a dark tunnel that never ends. As I pushed the door wide open, a soft, rush of cool air embraced my face as if trying to say high and I miss you, let me give you a hug. It felt like Spring; it’s in the air. I smiled as the air captivated me and romanced me, the skeletal trees swayed to the breeze, as pieces of its loved ones fell to the ground. They didn’t mind, because they knew their glory will shine one day. As they held on with their roots, their frames all dark, old, twisted and bent, like an old bent lady with a walking stick, trying to keep her balance. It’s just a matter of time to be alive. As I walked along the sidewalk, the smell of Spring, the buds popping out from plants as it signifies growth, life and another journey. The green grass sprouts, given another chance to ...

Today we share a first poem about Spring. We need it so much.   It Felt like Spring , by Liselle P. (USA) It’s home time, as I make my way down the long winding steps, which feels like going down deeper into a dark tunnel that never ends. As I pushed the door wide open, a soft, rush of cool air embraced my face as if trying to say high and I miss you, let me give you a hug. It felt like Spring; it’s in the air. I smiled as the air captivated me and romanced me, the skeletal trees swayed to the breeze, as pieces of its loved ones fell to the ground. They didn’t mind, because they knew their glory will shine one day. As they held on with their roots, their frames all dark, old, twisted and bent, like an old bent lady with a walking stick, trying to keep her balance. It’s just a matter of time to be alive. As I walked along the sidewalk, the smell of Spring, the buds popping out from plants as it signifies growth, life and another journey. The green grass sprouts, given another chance to ...