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o k.

She called him K
cos he was oak
a silent tower
where she became rooted in moments
of stillness & contemplation
sheltered in the shade
of his shadow
memories somersaulted
as she danced
on the tightrope of her cranium
where obscenities screamed
& nightmarish flashbacks of tomorrows
haunted her.
She was safe in him & saved by him
on the shadow of her
oh K…confusion, her illusion
her soul mate
her somewhere sometime ever after …
lover.

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I have a keen interest in The Arts as therapy, and as a fundamental tool for understanding, and managing mental health. I love nature, reading, writing, poetry, photography, movies, painting, dance and yoga. And have a keen interest in social issues & humanities.

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