Tag: #creativity
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Nicosia
A city always illuminated with sunlight,A city with roaming cats,A city with delicious food,A city with lively nightlife,A city with diverse culture and rich history,A city with ancient ruins and abandoned homes,A city that saw blood, sorrow and painA divided city because of greedy humans, My city, Nicosia Thanks for reading:)
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And the journey continues
Since the previous century travelling has become much more easier. Within a couple of hours we can now travel to the other side of the world. Furthermore, it seems that travelling to space will also be an otpion in the next few years. So, for us poor souls who just want to travel, explore and…
Lydia M.
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London
Tall skyscrapers reach the blue skyProudly and imposingPeople are taking over the streetsHurried and expressionlessRed buses carry millions of tourists to see her majestyThey are excited and full of wonderTamed waters proudly embrace the cityCalmly and peacefullyFast and large wagons lure you beneath the earthTo TartarusTo get silky tunics and fancy wineYou feel important and…
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Invisibility
The leading role always steals all the spotlights and attention. It is a role with a huge responsibility. A role filled with shiny clothes and bright smiles. Sometimes the smiles are fake. However, when surrounded by people, the big and bright smiles are genuinely happy. After all, a leading role cannot be a leader without…
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Fear
They say homo sapiens, or humans, if you prefer, are comparatively vulnerable in terms of physicality. However, looking at our history vulnerability is a complex topic. Today I was looking through my old journals, diaries and notebooks from elementary school till now. While searching I found an old unfinished poem which I think still fits…
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Breathe. Feel. Dance.
The wind is blowing, the trees are dancing calmly to the soothing beat of a waltz, and I am lost.People tend to create beautiful dreams of their desired future. Their greedy minds always create a perfect-like path covered with rose petals. However, reality often is cruel. So, here I stand, lost amongst the dancing trees…
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Wind
So, what if dreams are only but a fantasy? The truth of life is only an illusion that can easily break with one breath, just like a cold breeze on a warm summer day. You lay on the beach embracing the warmth of the sand, and while you immerse yourself in the sound of the…