Одеса Oдісія (Odessa Odyssia)
Somewhere in a bar we sat playful and demure, dreams pink mink coats and pergola garden moonflower…
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Master Stirrer: A Poetic Tale of Bitter-Sweet Morning Coffee
Sprinkling down side edge of mug, white droplets crystal twunkle in morning sun…
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On the Horizon a Beautiful Storm Calls my Name
The poem reflects a pursuit of ego-driven desires, resulting in despair, lost in life’s tempestuous journey. persistently hearing a captivating but destructive call.
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These Eyes of Mine Will Age
Tell me your secret voice of the past you who have lived and died on these pages…
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Cosmic Meditations
whisking past galaxies against the backdrop of eternity now and forever.
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We are Made from Earth and Rain
Stumble upon our timeless gaze, so long as there’s eyes to see and minds to conjure…
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Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 