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Episode 3 - Zannatul Ferdous Tulona Alive Writer's Society Poetry Podcast
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A Scarecrow and All the Love in the World Zannatul Ferdous Tulona And I waited and waited with a bouquet made from All the Love in the World, as time rustled at my feet, growing restless as snow, hail and heaven crash landed on me and eventually, withered to dust and my nails grew big like a scarecrow, I stood, unmoved only sometimes, a wheezing cough( or perhaps, a laugh?) rattled it’s way out of my empty ribs as if to remind the walls of the many tall towers that towered over me, that I still remained and my nails grew big a tooth, the last of the few, fell of my rotten jaw and bumped on to a curious child who adopted it as an antique on silent nights it whispered to him surreptitiously that I still lived, and my nails grew big. A meteor passed the skies above the world shifted, and passed away but still, the guardians of the realms, Gods and Goddesses Angels and Demons and there less virtuous minions never remembered to tell me, to end my wait and I still stayed, and my nails grew big. ---- In Partnership with Dots Publications https://dotspublications.com/ Intro Music: They Say by Unminus https://soundcloud.com/unminus/they-say
A Scarecrow and All the Love in the World Zannatul Ferdous Tulona And I waited and waited with a bouquet made from All the Love in the World, as time rustled at my feet, growing restless as snow, hail and heaven crash landed on me and eventually, withered to dust and my nails grew big like a scarecrow, I stood, unmoved only sometimes, a wheezing cough( or perhaps, a laugh?) rattled it’s way out of my empty ribs as if to remind the walls of the many tall towers that towered over me, that I still remained and my nails grew big a tooth, the last of the few, fell of my rotten jaw and bumped on to a curious child who adopted it as an antique on silent nights it whispered to him surreptitiously that I still lived, and my nails grew big. A meteor passed the skies above the world shifted, and passed away but still, the guardians of the realms, Gods and Goddesses Angels and Demons and there less virtuous minions never remembered to tell me, to end my wait and I still stayed, and my nails grew big. ---- In Partnership with Dots Publications https://dotspublications.com/ Intro Music: They Say by Unminus https://soundcloud.com/unminus/they-say
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