A simple day

Sun

a cloud

sky

The day is like this,

light ilusion,

time to laugh,

willingness to go.

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Often we do not think about how sustainability and solidarity are intertwined. The inclusion of all human beings in society allows them to live better and share the effort to preserve the environment and realize that they are benefited in this process.

This sonnet is very illustrative of this fact, because the woman's face is painted with a part of nature and becomes an element of the nature, or that becomes even more obvious. Poetry is a tool of nature's aspiration to be considered our "real material" our real essencial element. In this Sonnet even passion can be considered a part of nature.

by Shakespear

LVI.

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow sharpen'd in his former might:
So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness,
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two contracted new
Come daily to the banks, that, when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
Else call it winter, which being full of care
Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.

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Because we are a new landscape of poetry, we will change and improve.

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We also invite you to visit the webpage of the autor Mr. Ben:

amazon.com/author/mrben

Mr Ben, as he is fondly called, is a writer,
essayist, voice-over artiste and speaker. His works are available at
amazon.com/author/mrben. Mr Ben's works are aimed at face-lifting
humanity's predicament in the light of positivity. Based in Lagos,
Nigeria, the multi-faceted writer loves to read, travel and meet
people.

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Iced Stone

There is a voice inched on ice stoned walls,

Hurled in an echo of phantom deep lunges,

Faded fast on a midnight run,

I was the girl without a song,

Longing for my hymn to break me free,

I yearned for you beyond the ocean sea.

The tears of rivers by lakes iced stone,

Voices haunt the nightmares which left me all alone.

I think of you in dreams gone wrong,

I only hear you call there,

For I awake and you have disappeared.

What is an iced stone wall without a castle,

It simply melts in the heat,

All the melted water sings,

It sings the waves to sleep,

But not me I stay awake,

I walk these waters all alone,

The storm before me has passed,

But it robbed with it your soul.

By Claire O' C.

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