Dad of 5.
Full-time writer from Germany.
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Famous Prussian philosopher Wilhelm von Humboldt once said: "True enjoyment comes from activity of the mind and exercise of the body; the two are ever united."
By Burkabout a month ago in Longevity
In joyous anticipation, A daughter we yearned, But fate had other plans, Our dreams overturned. --- A diaphragmatic hernia,
By Burkabout a month ago in Poets
In hues of gold, and crimson bright, Autumn arrives, with gentle might, The summer's heat, now laid to rest, As nature dons, her autumn vest.
The typical Western diet is often criticized for being high in processed foods and lacking in nutrients. A walk down the supermarket aisles quickly confirms this.
In a bustling café nestled within the heart of the city, where the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans danced with the soft clinking of cutlery, two souls found themselves unwittingly entangled in a moment of whisparia. She, a solitary figure hidden behind a book, her gaze lost in the rhythm of her thoughts. He, a worn traveler seeking solace in the warmth of his steaming cup.
By Burkabout a month ago in Fiction
In a crowded room, Eyes meet, then quickly dart away, Silence fills the air.
In tangled threads of love undone, Two souls once intertwined, now torn, A chasm yawns, where hearts were one, A symphony of silence born.
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By Burkabout a month ago in 01
I slowly sank into the plush hotel bed, the day’s travels heavy on my eyelids. Stretching out my tired limbs, I relaxed into the soft down comforter. The murmur of voices and clinking of glasses from the restaurant downstairs floated up through the open window, mingling with the gentle susurrus of the ceiling fan.
Sweating, fidgeting Eyes downcast, cheeks burning red Mortified we sit
The day you left this world behind, My heart was filled with sorrow. Our time together was cut short, No guarantee of a tomorrow.
By Burk2 months ago in Poets
Anna sank into the plush leather armchair, letting her body melt into its warm embrace. She took in the familiar surroundings of Mark's study, comforted by the mundane details she had come to know over the past year. The oversized globe in the corner, its once glossy veneer now faded and worn. The mahogany bookshelves, curving with the weight of leatherbound volumes that likely hadn't been opened in decades. The antique clock on the mantel, its steady tick-tock slicing through the silence.
By Burk2 months ago in Writers
