Plagiarized Love

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my love for you is like a book with stolen pages
beautiful words erased
deleted lines…replaced
everything’s torn from the very bind
words rewritten that were never mine
an unknown author with a tale of a broken heart
spends his lonely days with nowhere to start
his pen runs dry
there’s nothing more to capture
in this tragic love story without its final chapter

Am I Write? # 3 – I Think, Therefore I am!!

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moments passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.

– Vita Sackville-West

Bike Writer # 19 – Our Peace From Their War

100 faces, 100 years: Bronze memorial to fallen soldiers

A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots. – Marcus Garvey