by Monim Wains Crisp air blows at my hands and ears; spring breaks from winter. Some days that chill and others that mellow. Freshness surrounds me now; everything filtered with a screen of sunlight behind the clouds. The green grass is shaded a slight yellow, as if the air is coloured warm. My legs are […]
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by David Asamoah Their dark thoughts are eclipsed by blinding love For her sweet soul, it’s all their hearts can see As martyr’s sights are fixed on realms above And reason dies to set their chained thoughts free There’s no shame in that trip to martyrdom As in their wills, for her their hearts have […]
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The Poor Print 