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

 Coyote WhispererCoyote Whisperer by Virginia Maria Romero
In a moment of absolute abandon... warmth from the sun's first rays caress bare skin
 At this tableAt this table by Bohdan Yuri
reservations at eight at our favorite table, you were fashionably late, a less than cherished fable.
 Claims All OnClaims All On by Saloni Kaul
To get something we want some of the time Is alright, like extracting treasures, mining gold from mine, That adds to the occasion's glamour, value prime, Because of its prize rarity and qualities classed fine.
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 I will not fade awayI will not fade away by Amir Khatib
I will not fade away, as they say, Rather, I will be absent for a long time, I do not return to homeland like a refugee dreams, It emerged in another place,
 Ralphy BabyRalphy Baby by Dr. Lawrence Nannery
What did you say when you called me on the phone that time, Ralphy Baby? You said you were dying of a brain tumor. Took my breath away. I couldn't calculate. I said: "Don't say that, Ralphy." So you said: "And what's up with you?"
 SunflowersSunflowers by Neil Leadbeater
Russian Giants were our favourites - they could top ten feet with flowers to match and a big broad smile that was designed to catch undivided attention.
 The Majesty Of NatureThe Majesty Of Nature by Nikos Laios
Afternoon sunlight Streams though gaps In the blinds picking up Flecks of dust floating Slowly over the carpet. The wind howls outside Roaring up the coast And the roof timbers shake.
 Orphic VoiceOrphic Voice by David Sparenberg
Somebody sang a song. Song moved on air across land, across water. It was heard far away.
 Some form of puritySome form of purity by David Barger
The brink of winter is upon me Moving up my leg like a cold hand; Each chilling fingertip up my spine.
 StarvingStarving by Bohdan Yuri
Flowing silk saris Surround painted faces, Baubles and bangles Still hang from the past.
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