Tag Archive: Poem

I write for the children, who cannot speak..

“It took more than a decade for researchers to identify nearly 3,000 children who died in Canada’s residential schools – compulsory boarding schools run by the government and religious authorities during the 19th… Continue reading →

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We are, what we became..

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A canvas of you…

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The echoes of yesterday..

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The days of love and beautiful Doris Day song.

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Love is blue…

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She was dancing alone…

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Are we beggars for love…

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Hemingway table…

 Hemingway table.. I found Hemingway table in Paris, in the Spring of 1978. I found Hemingway table in Monterey, California in 1992. I searched Central and South America  for three years, seeking the… Continue reading →

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Time wait for no-one..

Time wait for no-one… He was fond of her for many years. He was fond of the way she walked and he was fond of way she talked. She charmed him her sparkling… Continue reading →

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