Last night, in the dew,
Dream whispers, a nocturnal cue,
Nature's dance in view.
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Printique Studios
A poetic journey weaver, I craft verses that paint the canvas of life with hues of dreams and determination. Their words resonate with empowerment, encouraging others to forge their destinies and embrace gratitude.
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A Destination Needs A Dreamer
Gatlin heard the violin every evening on the commute back from work. Wending between warm rushing bodies on the subway, eyes forward, bag clasped protectively at her side, she drank it in at the same time as she didn't slow. It was probably the best part of her day. The shivering strains crescendoed and collapsed, tugging at something in her core. She'd never seen the violinist, but whoever he was, he was clearly a master, clearly professionally trained. The music always seemed to be coming from somewhere further down the track, around a bend, just out of eyeshot. She'd come to think fancifully that it was something only she could hear. Sheβd come to think of it as her future, calling.
By Raistlin Allen4 days ago in Fiction
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Hey! Love your work! I am new to Vocal and hoping to find a home here for my poetry and photography. If you donβt mind me asking, do you find this offers a good earnings return for writing here? Thank you! Sorry for the bold question.
The picture is super matched with the Haiku!
Simply beautiful!
I especially loved the nocturnal cue. This was so beautiful!