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The artist’s masterstroke

It was a sight to behold, as heartbreaking as it was bold; A mother lay under rubble, her body broken; already cold. She clutched to her bosom a baby, umbilical cord attached, The scene was surreal, poignant & emotional; yet detached.   The baby wailed in hunger, unmindful of the …

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Parenthood

And out of the night they came; Two lost souls; a gent and a dame. Eyes a mirror of despair, they walked, Not a word escaped, they never talked.   Desolation reigned, utter and resolute; Their face a visage of despair, absolute. They seemed to seek, to find a truth. …

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Unshackled, unbound

she sighed in pleasure, unshackled, unbound; life awaited, for post misery; joy she had found. She held her baby close, her heart aflutter eyes closed, finally making sense of the clutter. Free of abuse, rid of the sham of a marriage, she stood up; erect, proud in carriage. Yes! she …

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