A month
Of voices;
Records none.
Clutter
Of words;
Redundant phase.
I stared at the dates
Calendar fluttered;
“A month!…hmm.”
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A Month
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I believe in taking every day as a learning phase, and exploring my writing skills. I have enjoyed the challenges as a journalist, content writer and college lecturer, and at the moment am living life analysing the extraordinary in the ordinary! View more posts
