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When The Sun Dipped Low written by: Rose Skelter   The ground still held the heat of the day While the sky faded with clouds the color of indigo Two of them leaning against the cold metal As the ticking of the engine starts to slow Just the two of them there alone With salty fried and greasy fingers And a smile lighting up their faces But the sky isn’t the only thing she...

In the Beginning written by: Stuart Mark - Captain ampaS Contou stood up from the commander's chair...

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Slate Skies written by: Mark Gilbert   under our parasol swapping guesses for when the rain will end … the scent of woodsmoke drifting down the valley our robin perched on the telegraph pole tells us everything’s ok … our plans for today are to have no plans how many words are there for that particular place between rain and almost-rain, drizzle and mizzle, petrichor and...

The Healing Earth written by: T.V. Ramana   I trekked into the Eastern Ghats of Kadapa,* where dense red sanders woods breathe quietly and caves hold the silence of forgotten sages. The mountain chain rose unbroken into the sky, a stone serpent without pause or seam. Only twice** did the chain part in the dry region where the forest rivulet slipped through the hills, whi...

The Bruised Earth written by: Kailash Nath Khandelwal   The Earth cries out in pain, A silent screaming echoing through the land. The weight of human greed and neglect, A burden that threatens to annihilate and destroy. The blue skies are now a hazy grey, The oceans choke with rubbish, the forests fading away. The creatures of the land and sea, Suffer and struggle, Their...