Yutka

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Story Words like stones and no need for songs Yutka012 years 3 months ago
StoryDreams will say nothing Yutka412 years 6 months ago
StoryDeath Wish Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryDeath of a gardener Yutka213 years 1 month ago
StoryDeath of a Doll Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryDeath of a father Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryDeath in slow voices Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryDeath in the Afternoon Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryDeath Yutka213 years 1 month ago
StoryCrow Land Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryCrash Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryCountless clues Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryConclusion Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryColour is dead Yutka413 years 1 month ago
StoryCockadoodling Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryCloud chase Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryCheck mating Yutka213 years 1 month ago
StoryCaptive Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryBridge with God Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryBig Daddy Yutka113 years 1 month ago
StoryBeing nude was rude Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryBehind Bars Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryBadoo Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryAutumn Song Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryAthena, Goddess Yutka013 years 1 month ago

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My stories

Gold cherry

Esther

In the quiet corners of her heart, Esther’s voice, “Please let me be allowed to write about peace,” her pen trembling, sipping the ink of hope from...
Cherry

Secrets to the wind

In the fading light of a decaying port, where the gulls cry secrets to the wind, I can imagine quite easily, the salt-tinged air thick with stories,...
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In time’s embrace (Sonnet)

In time's embrace, both beauty and the blight, It holds no favor for the brave or meek; With equal hand, it dims the boldest light, And leaves the...
Cherry

The lady poet in the wildflower garden

In a wildflower garden, where colours clash and blend, she wanders, barefoot, flowers, each a voice, a verse that only she will understand. Sunlight...
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My critical son

In the middle of the kitchen, he stands, arms crossed, a scientist in his own right, dissecting my words, turning them inside out, like a puzzle he’s...

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