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		<title>The kitchen window above my sink</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Elizabeth]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2025 09:50:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The kitchen window above the sink is usually the last place anyone wants to be, with dirty dishes piling up. I’m no different. But sometimes, in the quiet moments of washing these vessels, my mind drifts away to reflect on the story of my life. The kitchen window above my sink is a poem offering [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Yes I see the light- a Christian poem</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Prameela Balasundaram]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Apr 2021 00:52:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>A poem describing the light that leads to the everlasting source of grace and mercy of God our Father. I&#160; ran , but you found me, I hid, but you discovered my hiding place, You took me by my hand and led me out , on the path you chose for me. You took me [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>The bond with nature &#8211; a short poem</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Elizabeth]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jan 2020 01:20:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>A short poem on our everlasting bond with nature! What is it about natureThat we bond so wellThat its very fresh essenceMakes our senses dwell?The sound of lapping waves, the earthy smellOur sight meets coloursWith shades unparallelSuch is the longing in our souls, we can tellFor it is only with naturethat we can bond so [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Waking you up from sleep- a short poem for my son</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Elizabeth]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Oct 2019 01:25:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I get up in the morningI have chores to dobut waking you up from sleepis the one thing I look forward to! Your peaceful face,that little smileHands up above,as posing in styleThe gentle flow of breath,with your slightly open mouth&#8220;You are truly blessed&#8221;says my soul in love You perceive my presenceAnd roll onto my sideYour [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>A tale of two birds in Bahrain</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Elizabeth]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Mar 2019 01:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>This is a poem about a sparrow and a pigeon, two birds, who meet on a window sill and become friends Little birdie brown, sitting on a window, Was blissfully nipping on some grains, nice and slow In flew a pigeon and asked the sparrow small &#8220;May I peck a little, with you, by the [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Jump Jump Jump!</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Elizabeth]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2019 01:22:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Jump, Jump, Jump, Said my little boy in cheer, While I was tidying, The messy table clear. &#8211; Jump, Jump, Jump He shouted out with glee As he bounced from the sofa And landed on his feet. &#8211; Jump, Jump, JUMP Squealed he and I froze. For my little boy this time, Had fallen on [&#8230;]</p>
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