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Child Mind Arts 

Child Mind

Wondrous, carefree, What troubles do you possess? At the prime age of five,  The world is but an acquaintance.  Your favourite colour is blue, Inspired by the distant sky, Inspiration is second nature, For another world lives within.  Ordinary, cautious, What troubles possess you? Blowing out your final candle, The world, an old friend.  Favourite colour still blue, Inspired by the nearing sky,  You scramble for inspiration, For it is scarce nowadays.     By Valentina Tsilimidos

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Morning light Arts 

Morning light

What is love? What is pure? On top of a tree On a hill, in spring Has the strength of an arm The olive in her peak From the pain runaway   Though she’s light Though she’s bright In the darkness of a night She appears, and bright eyes Look around, ‘till it’s time   Now is when She has dreamt To behold land and sea To go far and beyond Of the sights of the dreams And the mornings to come By the wish of the sun She will…

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Tales of Tall Birds Arts 

Tales of Tall Birds

Fly with the cranes You lovely rootless stork Do not be frightened by the rains, The snowstorms and the city smoke   Where do your long legs dwell While the antigones are gone, Do your hearts similarly swell When Spring guides you back home?   Did you see the people marching, Did you hear your fellow earthlings’ cries With your long neck, arching Does one ever get used to good-byes?   As you reach your destination, Will you miss the journey’s dangers? Did it lead to liberation, To be guided…

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A nihilist dreamer Arts 

A nihilist dreamer

I’m a nihilist dreamer, One who finds happiness and serenity in gazing at the stars. Letting my anxieties drift away,  Into the constellations, And merging with the void, I breathe in the cool night air, And let my mind drift away.   The city lights dim the array of stars, But the brightest ones let their light beam through, Lighting up the sky with incomplete constellations, And allowing the imagination of the stargazer to fill in the blanks.   By Sophie Dufresne

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JewelryBox Arts 


5, 6, 7, 8 Relevé: She balanced on her steel toes Wrapped in satin.   1, 2, 3, 4 Pirouette: She glanced at her reflection With every spin.   5, 6, 7, 8 With every turn, strands of hair Fell in her face.   1, 2, 3, 4 She became enveloped in tulle,  And pink lace.   5, 6, 7, 8 When she finished her dance,  The audience stood to clap,   Until the music stopped, And the lid closed shut With a snap.    By Fin  

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Ami de bois Arts 

Ami de bois

Enfer Fonte de mon cœur Je brûle, j’ai mal Je brûle mon ami de bois Il me croit méchante Il se croit pantin, il me croit marionnettiste Je me vois marionnettiste Je me brûle Je veux qu’il m’aide Mais qui aiderait son bourreau? Celui qui l’a mis sur le bûcher Alors je me noie Dans les eaux bouillantes desquelles je voudrais qu’il me sorte Excuse ma personne Je ne suis plus que cendres Je suis un amas informe rafistolé à la hâte Qui peine à paraître sain Je me suis…

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The Death of a Star Arts 

The Death of a Star

As the sun melts into the lake, The sky erupts in a mess of bright colours.   Splashes of orange, red and yellow paint a breathtaking landscape.   This moment, when the sun meets the lake, seems to last forever.   The colours spread and darken more and more, Like the work of an indecisive artist, Who vies to stay true to his art.   And even when the sun disappears altogether, The colours linger. These phantoms, slowly dying out, Hold onto the memory of a blazing sun Who once…

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What I Need (The Days Pass) Arts 

What I Need (The Days Pass)

1.What I need Never knew It would be so complicated My feelings For me Myself And I The time I spent On my bed In my head Never knew It was the reason why It got out I went out Of control Mind connected to body Suddenly it’s a hobby To stay in bed In my head Spin out of control And drown in the covers The stomach rolls Empty I crawl out Go back To the place Where the people are Where they can see And I show them…

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