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SIFAR...nothingness
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Complete, First published Feb 22, 2018
Sifar, the urdu/arabic  for 'nothingness' 
Fits this collection of random rambling mess, 
Which for better or for worse, 
Are all in poetic verse.

Featured in WP_Poetry profile - Reading list : Random

Limericks, sonnets, rhymes, free verse and haiku too.
Also included are:
❤ The winning entry for the April 2018 contest - April is Greening.
❤ The six poems written for the Poetry Gauntlet 2018 that won the 5th place 
❤ The winning entry for the October 2018 contest - Courage in Your Own
❤ The winning entry (third place)  for the February 2019 contest - Hope
❤ The winning entry for Mystery Food Writing Contest - Tacos
❤ The winning entry for February 2022 contest - What is in a name?
❤ The winning entry (contest held by TeamofDreams) - ABC Race
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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK ON AMAZON UNDER 'MELANCHOLIC MUSE' BY MAY GARNER This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.