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Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.

 Still I RiseStill I Rise by The Ovi Team
This is one of those times when a poem, and especially a poem from Maya Angelou, becomes so contemporary, so significant.
 Propeller Souls Propeller Souls by Nikos Laios
In spring, the souls of The dead float above Swirling in the blue, Flying with the swallows And the doves And the propellers.
 HonestyHonesty by Abigail George
Here's a thought. Love. Here's another thought. Be kind. Accept that all children are mischievous. It's in their nature to be gregarious.
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 The linesThe lines by Uzeyir Lokman Cayci
The more I approach, the more I move away The more I move away, the more I co-exist Constantly Large lines Belonging to the infinite one who brushes lightly against my feelings...
 Revenge and other crimes of the heartRevenge and other crimes of the heart by Abigail George
I want to change. I do. I want to grieve less for the life, I lost when I left Johannesburg.
 Ballina Ballina by Nikos Laios
I waited on the Side of the road lying In a body bag next To the dead children;
 Those EyesThose Eyes by Hunter Dasten
Can you peer through those eyes? The radiance must be blinding. As I gaze into them I've come to understand what the ancients must have felt, looking up toward the shimmering night sky.
 Once upon a timeOnce upon a time by Abigail George
I've been living underground like graffiti, the grunge scene, gravity and volcanic rock for the longest time. I've been many things in my life.
 An EndingAn Ending by Dr. Lawrence Nannery
Once on the island, they never left it. Mid-morning. Simple rowboat, the island in the middle of the lake. Gently, they helped one another out of the boat.
 Human NoiseHuman Noise by Nikos Laios
Raw and abrasive Rain soaked days mingled With the wet leaves that clung To the windows and your skin, Your brown skin, in the wind And the cold.
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