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J. W. Cassandra: A Fa, 2. rész

The Tree, by J. W. Cassandra. My short story was written during the brushwood-fires of Australia. I recommend it to my dear friend, Ritika Nahata. The short novel belongs to my volume of short stories titled “Masquerade of Cycle of Existence”. This is its Hungarian version.

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J. W. Cassandra: A Fa, 1. rész

The Tree, by J. W. Cassandra. My short story was written during the brushwood-fires of Australia. I recommend it to my dear friend, Ritika Nahata. The short novel belongs to my volume of short stories titled “Masquerade of Cycle of Existence”. This is its Hungarian version.

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The Tree, Part 4, by J. W. Cassandra

The Tree, by J. W. Cassandra. My short story was written during the brushwood-fires of Australia. I recommend it to my dear friend, Ritika Nahata. The short novel belongs to my volume of short stories titled “Masquerade of Cycle of Existence”. Its Hungarian version I will share after the English one.

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The Tree, Part 3, by J. W. Cassandra

The Tree, by J. W. Cassandra. My short story was written during the brushwood-fires of Australia. I recommend it to my dear friend, Ritika Nahata. The short novel belongs to my volume of short stories titled “Masquerade of Cycle of Existence”. Its Hungarian version I will share after the English one.

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The Tree, Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra

The Tree, by J. W. Cassandra. My short story was written during the brushwood-fires of Australia. I recommend it to my dear friend, Ritika Nahata. The short novel belongs to my volume of short stories titled “Masquerade of Cycle of Existence”. Its Hungarian version I will share after the English one.

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The Tree, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra

The Tree, by J. W. Cassandra. My short story was written during the brushwood-fires of Australia. I recommend it to my dear friend, Ritika Nahata. The short novel belongs to my volume of short stories titled “Masquerade of Cycle of Existence”. Its Hungarian version I will share after the English one.

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Grateful

If only I had known you were going to come in my life,               I would have welcomed my demons of the past               …

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Eternal

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Déjà vu

With her arms around me I suddenly noticed that she gasped for air while her head was resting on my shoulders. It felt like she was afraid that she’d never get the chance to submit…

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The Question

I awakened from my deep slumber into a world you may not understand. I don’t quite understand it either. In fact, I don’t understand a lot of the immediate events that are about to occur.

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The starry night

The tired and weary horse came to a halt, Lonely, scared, confused, I stood, Under the dreamy sky, Stars twinkling like diamonds, Sparkling moonlight through a cranny in the shroud of mist, Dew drops glistening…

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Society

I walk with a blindfold on my eyes, Earphone in my ears, To silence the judgement of the society, I bought things i didn’t need to impress people I don’t like, I took the high…

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Why do I love you sir by emily dickinson
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“Why Do I Love” You, Sir? | Poem by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson, through this poem, tries to find an answer to the question, “Why do I love?”. And this “You” and “sir” could be a reference to God as well.
Throughout the poem, she keeps asserting that there is no reason for her love for him. It comes naturally to her and is a very part of her existence.

Why do I love you sir by emily dickinson
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He wishes for the cloths of heaven W B Yeats
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Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven | Poem by William Butler Yeats

If the poet had the beautifully decorated cloths of heaven made with golden, silver and dark light he would spread them under his beloved’s path. But he is poor and can’t give her beautiful clothes. He can give her only his dreams. Therefore he has spread his dreams on her way. And he requests her to walk softly because his dreams may be broken easily. The poet wishes he had the cloths of heaven.

He wishes for the cloths of heaven W B Yeats
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J. W. Cassandra: Ki tudja?

Who Knows?, by J. W. Cassandra. The poem I wrote 2 days ago and haven’t put into any of my volumes yet. Hungarian version I wrote only yesterday. Please, take it on any language as a motivation… I hope, I can give through the essence.

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