Experience
Experience P K Routray Among all arts of learning experience is the best No methods of teaching can replace it to rest.
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Angel
Only in dreams now I see your face Their all is crystal clear I pause to put down fear And tumble back in years A life is now returned The heart can see it’s so
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The Madonna and the Political Prisoner, Chapter 15/2
Speculation about Mary Magdalene's motives, the death of Mari's mother and the healing of her brother.
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The Madonna and the Political Prisoner, Chapter 15/1
A boat trip across the sea of Galilee and meeting Mary of Magdala
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Some bitter facts of life
Some bitter facts of life P K Routray Man comes to the earth with empty hand, At the end with empty hand he has to leave this land. With limited life man runs after unlimited money,
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Loneliness
The eye is wide open, spots a fat sun smiling. Sweet breeze through the crack in the window, infuses wellness to the morning air. She is gone by now,
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In Memory
July 1st is for shouting flags
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Benevolence, Georgia
First horror story I've written in a while. Not meant to offend anyone with the content.
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Forever Neverland
Philip Peterson thinks he is Peter Pan due to some mental damage, sounds innocent enough, doesn't it? When his wife refuses the role of Tiger Lily, Philip can't let her live.
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The Deepening Fog Pt.1
‘I cricked my head and held it to the sky. The clouds were made of branches, crooked and beautiful.’
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