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Blog – Page 9 – Crystal Lee Writes

Giant Minds, Soft Hearts

There is a world that does exist  Where the cobblestones whisper abandoned poems And the rivers run with dreams Where beauty lies in things unseen and love flows in unknown tongues There is a world that does exist For the brave to hold the pen and feelThe others call it talesAnd, perhaps, tales they are … Read more

Tangled Gems

Perhaps we were tangled together from the beginning.Did the heavens know?Were our shapes hidden between the clouds?Did the ancient skies behold our smiles?I cannot tell you that it was fateFor your sapphire soul outshines these worldly details, and your heart is too infinite for what mere language can create But I can say your eyes … Read more

Blood Rose

Many nights, there are sonnets lingeringThey come to me when the dawn crawls beneath the horizonAnd dusk rises above the ground When I close my eyes, I can always see themDancing through the air in black and white Dressed in tulle and ballerina pumpsJasmine and lavender plaited into their hairMany nights, I hope that they … Read more

The IPCC Report: Human-Driven Climate Change is ‘Code Red’ for Life on Earth (Published by Earth Refuge)

“What is the use of a house if you haven’t got a tolerable planet to put it on?” ― Henry David Thoreau, Familiar Letters The Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (“IPCC”) released its Sixth Assessment Report (“the Report”) in August 2021. The detailed assessment on the “physical science of climate change” sheds light on the severity of climate … Read more

I Know Magic And I Call It You

Dusk unfolded her wings and cradled us to her chest.Excited by our chatter, the moon curled up with our laughter.As the trees listened, and prose kissed the air with a sweet aroma, Time ran away for a dip in the ocean of memory.And there he was, nestled beneath the orange lee.The open sky, dull against … Read more