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Poetry

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

 
 Poetry of the StarsPoetry of the Stars by Nikos Laios
The days and nights Melt into one, The stars Are the poetry
 
 Ferguson Ferguson by George Cassidy Payne
Why am I here? Who sent me to wound my enemies
 
 PassengerPassenger by Gordana Mudri
I climb the misty mountain peak. And heavy clouds will be my bed, the last place where I will sleep.
 
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 Sulphur-Stamped Skyscapes Sulphur-Stamped Skyscapes by Saloni Kaul
Pale opalescent cloudscapes of vapour Breathe like a canvas stained in vibrant pigment blur, All sulphur-stamped's the sun's clouddriven capers, Poetic's distillation from weak sunlight skycolours.
 
 Ingrained Ingrained by Nikos Laios
Seeping, Soaked, stained Ingrained through Textured paper;
 
 Black LinesBlack Lines by David Barger
White mountainous clouds reflect Orange magma colored sky As the sun dips below fading tree lines. Miracle like rays of light Shine through the tree arranged branches - Pinpoint upon swing rocking by slight breeze. Beyond wooden swing set
 
 On mourning and paralysisOn mourning and paralysis by Abigail George
I'm lost, I'm lost, I confess. In a minute I'll be gone. In another minute I'll belong to the past, escape the present. I'll be stripped
 
 SoSo by Bohdan Yuri
So, ... there was a war. your great grandfathers
 
 The Silent ScreamThe Silent Scream by Nikos Laios
I woke up In a corner Of a dark room In a cold sweat
 
 The shapes that were crying in the rainThe shapes that were crying in the rain by Abigail George
Shroud don't say anything if I changed my hair, if I spoke my thoughts, don't move an inch, a muscle. There's a knot in your throat. It is just a moment in the
 
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