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Poetry is an art of love that requires special skills to craft poems. Here are the winners of our Poem of the Day Challenge:

Ghost_of_Kurt_Cobain, NotOfYourKind3721 and marine_0204. Let's check out some of their lines. 

"Each day defined by hands of clocks, one ticking, one sweeping an one that stalks."
 ~ I. W. Cain 
A. K. A. Ghost_of_Kurt_Cobain.
02/2025
"Colors turn grey, as if life makes no sense."
by marine_0204
"All it expects is the opportunity to heal"
by NotOfYourKind3721


Writing stories is a silent dialogue between the author and the reader. A story can be either exciting or dull, depending on how it is told.

The story "Leanan", written by DungeonMarshl, showcases the writer's storytelling talent and ability to deeply engage readers. This love story of sacrifice, devotion and mystery is sure to leave a lasting impression. 

To read the full story, download our special March magazine issue:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1u5Laho4-SU_oNFmmRAWi_9akc_kabgKP/view?usp=drivesdk

Reading poems, as well as writing them,  can be both insightful and enjoyable. Readers help authors see different perspectives and improve their skills. 
NotOfYourKind3721 is a talented poet who not only shares his poems but also provides insightful comments and words of encouragement.  Here is one of his poem:

Let’s Create a Positive Feedback Loop

Don’t let the feedback from the speakers harsh your vibe.
It’s just a thoughtful gesture from a member of the tribe.
What is it you came for, I could offer up a bribe.
If no one speaks on what they read, who will guide the scribe?
                                                                                      by NotOfYourKind3721
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Written by marine_0204

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  1. IanMay 10, 2025 at 4:06 AM

    The writers in this community have continued to impress and propel me along this frantically meandering journey. I am getting very serious about creating a collaborative group within WW with the goal of making music and reaching out to anyone we can Hit me up on Discord or Reddit if you’d like to be involved. Whatever you got, bring it, everyone’s truth and passion are valuable regardless of how small it may seem

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