"When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer" is one of the great poems by the American Poet Walt Whitman (1819–1892). This short poem appears in the poetry collection "Leaves of Grass". Walt Whitman emphasizes the difference between rote learning and experiencing the practical things happening around. -- WHEN I heard the learn’d astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them; When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick; Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars. -- Read by Newgatenovelist https://librivox.org/when-i-heard-the-learnd-astronomer-by-walt-whitman/ -- Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Gymnopedie No 3 by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100785 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ -- Photos and vids Walt Whitman https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Walt_Whitman_portrait_painting.jpg J. W. Rochlitz, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/vectors/astronomer-telescope-amateur-154978/ https://pixabay.com/videos/starry-sky-seis-am-schlern-14955/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"If I should die and you should live" is a short poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). Emily Dickinson wrote this poem to support her idea that death should no longer be something one fears and that it should be looked at positively. We can't fight death nor escape from it. She wrote this poem from her personal experience and many health problems where she was almost to death countless times. She wanted to tell her loved ones to keep the world going the same way it was before she passes away. -- If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam, And noon should burn, As it has usual done; If birds should build as early, And bees as bustling go,— One might depart at option From enterprise below! ’T is sweet to know that stocks will stand When we with daisies lie, That commerce will continue, And trades as briskly fly. It makes the parting tranquil And keeps the soul serene, That gentlemen so sprightly Conduct the pleasing scene! -- Read by Libby Gohn https://librivox.org/emily-dickinson-on-death-by-emily-dickinson/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Mysterious Sorrows - Aakash Gandhi -- Photos and vids Emily Dickinson https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/videos/flower-christmas-roses-wilt-wither-109365/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/blue-swirl-background-935154/ https://pixabay.com/photos/moon-night-plastic-crescent-moon-5224745/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) was an American poet. He wrote his poem “A Psalm of Life” in 1838. Longfellow argues against some of the religious views, particularly that earthly life is less important than eternal life after death. Rather, one should seize the day and live in the present—neither dwelling on the past, nor taking the future for granted, nor worrying too much about death. -- Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers. And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. -- read by Newgatenovelist librivox.org/a-psalm-of-life-by-henry-wadsworth-longfellow/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Solo Cello Passion - Doug Maxwell_Media Right Productions -- Photos and vids Henry Wadsworth Longfellow https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Henry_Wadsworth_Longfellow_MET_37.14.31.jpg Attribution: Albert Southworth, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/videos/coffee-woman-girl-drink-cup-youth-20564/ https://pixabay.com/videos/sea-beach-coast-view-nature-peace-20224/ https://pixabay.com/videos/particles-stars-twinkling-movement-323/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/nebula-galaxy-space-background-2265484/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Solitude" is the most famous poem by the American Poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 – 1919). It is a beautiful poem that explores the peace and introspection found in solitude. -- Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go; They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all,— There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life's gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain. -- Read by Garth Burton https://librivox.org/solitude-by-ella-wheeler-wilcox/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Melancholia - Godmode -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/photos/woman-lake-nature-sad-alone-4866179/ https://pixabay.com/videos/waves-water-sea-ocean-landscape-22183/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Ella_Wheeler_Wilcox_circa_1919.jpg --

"Song of Myself" is one of the great poems written by the American poet Walt Whitman (1819–1892), included in "Leaves of Grass". Ralph Waldo Emerson praised this poem for its "wit and wisdom". -- The past and present wilt—I have fill'd them, emptied them. And proceed to fill my next fold of the future. Listener up there! what have you to confide to me? Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab. Who has done his day's work? who will soonest be through with his supper? Who wishes to walk with me? Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too late? -- Read by Newgatenovelist https://librivox.org/song-of-myself-section-51-by-walt-whitman/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Magenta - Sextile -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/fantasy-landscape-monumental-statue-3342338/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"The World Needs" is a short poem by the American Poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 – 1919). In this four-line poem, Ella Wheeler Wilcox calls for kindness and compassion regardless of beliefs and religions. -- The World Needs So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind Is all the sad world needs. --- Read by Karen Golden -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Heartbreaking by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100208 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/black-abstract-background-lines-18327/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Ella_Wheeler_Wilcox_circa_1919.jpg https://pixabay.com/photos/hands-compassion-help-old-care-699486/ https://pixabay.com/photos/lord-shiva-statue-rishikesh-shiva-7155120/ https://pixabay.com/photos/buddha-statue-buddhism-sculpture-1678931/ https://pixabay.com/photos/easter-christ-passion-catholic-735942/ https://pixabay.com/photos/kaaba-mecca-the-pilgrims-guide-4758805/ The Creation of Adam https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Creaci%C3%B3n_de_Ad%C3%A1m.jpg https://pixabay.com/photos/technology-developer-touch-finger-3389885/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"I heard a Fly buzz when I died" is a poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). It is one of her most famous and ambiguous poems, talking about the moment of death from the perspective of a person who is already dead. This death seems to follow standard protocol: the speaker is on their deathbed and surrounded by mourners, and their will is squared away. However, the irritating figure of the fly arrives and undermines the seriousness and gravity of the occasion. Though spoken from the great beyond, the poem offers no easy answers about death, instead casting doubt on religious and social comforts. -- I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm The eyes around had wrung them dry, And breaths were gathering firm For that last onset, when the king Be witnessed in the room. I willed my keepsakes, signed away What portion of me be Assignable,– and then it was There interposed a fly, With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz, Between the light and me; And then the windows failed and then I could not see to see. -- Read by Lee Ann Howlett https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-035/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Trieste - Josh Lippi & The Overtimers -- Photos and vids https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%27At_the_Deathbed%27_by_Edvard_Munch,_1895,_Bergen_Kunstmuseum.JPG Edvard Munch, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/videos/aurora-borealis-northern-lights-90877/ https://pixabay.com/photos/fly-bluebottle-garden-insect-bug-2750566/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Octave_Tassaert_-_Woman_on_her_deathbed.jpg Octave Tassaert, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline ===

"Was, Is, And Yet-To-Be" is a poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, an American author and poet who lived from 1850 to 1919. This poem reflects on the past, present, and future, exploring the continuum of time and the human experience within it. -- Was, Is, and Yet-to-Be Were chatting over a cup of tea. In tarnished finery smelling of must, Was talked of people long turned to dust; Of titles and honours and high estate, All forgotten or out of date; Of wonderful feasts in the long ago, Of pride that perished with nothing to show. "I loathe the present," said Was, with a groan; "I live in pleasures that I HAVE known." The Yet-to-be, in a gown of gauze, Looked over the head of musty Was, And gazed far off into misty space With a wrapt expression upon her face. "Such wonderful pleasures are coming to me, Such glory, such honour," said Yet-to-be. "No one dreamed, in the vast Has-Been, Of such successes as I shall win. "The past, the present -why, what are they? I live for the joy of a future day." Then practical Is, in a fresh print dress, Spoke up with a laugh, "I must confess "I find to-day so pleasant," she said, "I never look back, and seldom ahead. "Whatever has been, is a finished sum; Whatever will be -why, let it come. "To-day is mine. And so, you see, I have the past and the yet-to-be; "For to-day is the future of yesterday, And the past of to-morrow. I live while I may, "And I think the secret of pleasure is this. And this alone," said practical Is. --- Read by Heidi Paek https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-118/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC A Walk Into Space - Topher Mohr and Alex Elena -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/videos/black-abstract-background-lines-18327/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Ella_Wheeler_Wilcox_circa_1919.jpg Bain, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons La Primavera https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Botticelli-primavera.jpg Sandro Botticelli, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Worth While" is one of the great poems by the American Poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 – 1919). It is a poem that calls for focusing on positive sides in life and expecting the best, regardless of hardships and pain. -- WORTH WHILE It is easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows by like a song, But the man worth while is one who will smile, When everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is trouble, And it always comes with the years, And the smile that is worth the praises of earth, Is the smile that shines through tears. -- Read by Lee Ann Howlett https://librivox.org/worth-while-by-ella-wheeler-wilcox/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC No.7 Alone With My Thoughts - Esther Abrami -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/lake-sea-water-waves-sunset-76900/ https://pixabay.com/vectors/man-tree-silhouette-landscape-5605673/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Ella_Wheeler_Wilcox_circa_1919.jpg -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

Animal Rights and alleviation of animal sufferings are the concern of great minds and noble souls. "Voice of the Voiceless" is a poem by the American Poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 – 1919). Ella Wheeler was so sensitive about alleviation of animal sufferings that she was a dedicated animal rights campaigner in her day. She was way ahead of her time. And this marvelous poem speaks for itself. The poem starts with these amazing lines: I am the voice of the voiceless; Through me the dumb shall speak; Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear The cry of the wordless weak. From street, from cage, and from kennel, From jungle and stall, the wail Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin Of the mighty against the frail. -- CREDITS MUSIC Lost In The Forest - Doug Maxwell_Media Right Productions -- Heartbreaking by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100208 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/videos/spring-rain-meadow-forest-green-38344/ https://pixabay.com/videos/dog-pet-animal-small-furry-cute-15305/ https://pixabay.com/photos/beagle-dog-locked-kennel-938013/ https://pixabay.com/videos/hunt-hunter-to-hunt-high-seat-14005/ https://pixabay.com/videos/reindeer-deer-animals-nature-wild-6949/ https://pixabay.com/videos/sparrow-bird-jump-dance-feather-38521/ https://pixabay.com/videos/elephant-wild-forest-kerala-india-112696/ https://pixabay.com/videos/cat-dog-kitten-fireplace-comfort-156357/ https://pixabay.com/videos/snake-cobra-serpent-snake-tongue-173139/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Cain_and_Abel_(%3F)_MET_201596.jpg Metropolitan Museum of Art, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/videos/crane-heron-bird-path-flying-27279/ https://pixabay.com/vectors/hunter-rifleman-fighter-huntsman-160297/ https://pixabay.com/photos/male-lion-female-lion-lion-lions-3997167/ https://pixabay.com/videos/lion-mane-wild-wildlife-africa-148403/ https://pixabay.com/videos/dove-bird-flight-wing-135727/ https://pixabay.com/videos/birds-fly-sky-pigeons-blue-circle-102693/ https://pixabay.com/videos/cows-cattle-calves-herd-dairy-172915/ https://pixabay.com/photos/church-window-stained-glass-england-579056/ https://pixabay.com/photos/woods-forest-nature-wood-sunset-183519/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Ella_Wheeler_Wilcox_circa_1919.jpg -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"For each ecstatic instant", or "Compensation" is a poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). The poem is a meditation on the cyclical nature of life, and the idea that even in our darkest moments, there is always the possibility of renewal and growth. Emily Dickinson suggests that every ending is also a beginning, and that even in our times of greatest sorrow, there is always the potential for something new and beautiful to emerge. -- For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy. For each beloved hour Sharp pittances of years, Bitter contested farthings And coffers heaped with tears. -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Decision - The Tower of Light -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/aurora-borealis-northern-lights-90877/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/god-cares-caring-angel-comfort-4691902/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Going to Heaven!" is a poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). It is a poem that can be interpreted in a number of different ways. At its most basic level, the poem is a reflection on the mystery of death and the possibility of an afterlife. The speaker expresses her sense of wonder and awe at the idea of going to heaven, and acknowledges her own uncertainty about what will happen after she dies. -- Going to heaven! I don’t know when, Pray do not ask me how,– Indeed, I’m too astonished To think of answering you! Going to heaven!– How dim it sounds! And yet it will be done As sure as flocks go home at night Unto the shepherd’s arm! Perhaps you’re going too! Who knows? If you should get there first, Save just a little place for me Close to the two I lost! The smallest “robe” will fit me, And just a bit of “crown”; For you know we do not mind our dress When we are going home. I’m glad I don’t believe it, For it would stop my breath, And I’d like to look a little more At such a curious earth! I am glad they did believe it Whom I have never found Since the mighty autumn afternoon I left them in the ground. -- Read by Winston Tharp https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-237-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Spirit of the Dead - Aakash Gandhi -- Photos and vids https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Christ_in_Heaven_with_Four_Saints_and_a_Donor.jpg Domenico Ghirlandaio, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/photos/clouds-sky-bright-daylight-light-1282314/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"I felt a Funeral in my Brain", is a poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). It is a terrifying poem, as the speaker explores the idea of what it would feel like to be conscious after death. The words and imagery used suggest that perhaps the speaker was talking about the death of her sanity rather than her own physical death. While both interpretations remain viable possibilities, there seems to be greater connections and symbolism that support the idea of the speaker’s experiencing her own actual physical death. -- I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum - Kept beating - beating - till I thought My mind was going numb - And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, Then Space - began to toll, As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race Wrecked, solitary, here - -- Read by Nikolle Doolin https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-003/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Echoes of Time v2 by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1300030 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/aurora-borealis-northern-lights-90877/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/halloween-2019-darkness-chilling-4573173/ https://pixabay.com/photos/grave-cemetery-death-lviv-ukraine-3113898/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

Maya Angelou, the American memoirist, popular poet, and civil rights activist, published her great poem “Phenomenal Woman” to challenge restrictive notions of feminine beauty. She rejects narrow societal beauty standards, and insists instead that real beauty comes from self-confidence and self-acceptance. -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS Music Pink Flamenco - Doug Maxwell Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/vectors/flower-water-lily-lily-lotus-159951/ MAYA ANGELOU Photo https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Angelou_at_Clinton_inauguration.jpg Clinton Library, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/photos/rose-pink-rose-dewdrops-pink-flower-7075255/ https://pixabay.com/videos/trees-forest-leaves-autumn-111973/ https://pixabay.com/vectors/heart-love-red-romance-symbol-3101306/ https://pixabay.com/videos/particles-stars-twinkling-movement-323/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/woman-shadow-portrait-silhouette-5772444/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/woman-face-portrait-shadow-dark-6323831/ https://pixabay.com/photos/nude-woman-lying-naked-sexy-body-5814356/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/fantasy-fairy-light-fairytale-6288984/

"A Negro Love Song" is a poem written by the African American poet and novelist Paul Laurence Dunbar. The poem is about an African American man walking his girlfriend home after a date at night. The man shows his affection and love towards his girl. The man asks her if she loves him as much as he loves her, and she says that she does. Paul Laurence Dunbar wrote this poem in Historical Black American English (called African American Vernacular English). -- Read by Victoria Grace https://librivox.org/african-american-collection-july-2007/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Dove Love - Quincas Moreira -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/photos/nature-forest-trees-light-sun-fog-3151869/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ --- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline === COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER Images and Videos shown in my videos belong to their owners who kindly allowed them to be used free with attribution. The aims of my videos are educational.

We Wear the Mask is a poem written by the African American poet and novelist Paul Laurence Dunbar in 1895. It was a reaction to the experience of being black in America in the late 19th century, following the Civil War, a period when life seemed to have improved for black Americans, yet in reality, was still marked by intense racism and hardship. Dunbar compares surviving the pain of oppression to wearing a mask that hides the suffering of its wearer, while presenting a more joyful face to the world. The poem does not specifically mention race; its message is applicable to any circumstance in which marginalized people are forced to present a brave face in order to survive in an unsympathetic, prejudiced society. -- Read by Shawn Craig Smith https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-085-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC --- Drums of the Deep by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1400021 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ --- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/vectors/mask-carnival-face-acting-costume-151244/ https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Sympathy" is a poem written by the African American poet and novelist Paul Laurence Dunbar "Sympathy" symbolically describes the terrible experience of being a bird stuck in a cage. The bird in this poem flaps its wings and sings, but this is not because it's happy. It flaps its wings and sings because it's miserable! -- Read by David Barnes https://librivox.org/sympathy-by-paul-laurence-dunbar/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC --- Ghost Processional (Alternate) by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100219 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ --- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/bird-birdcage-cage-colorful-163674/ https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505 https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline ===

"Life's Tragedy" is a poem written by the African American poet and novelist Paul Laurence Dunbar. In this poem Dunbar considers the elements of life that create tragedy and suffering. He asserts that missing out on perfect love and the perfect song leads to an “accursed” life. -- Read by Alana Jordan https://librivox.org/lifes-tragedy-by-paul-laurence-dunbar/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Mysterious Sorrows - Aakash Gandhi -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/videos/star-celestial-body-space-stars-121540/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/fantasy-figure-girl-prayer-grief-4382631/ https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"The Road Not Taken" is a narrative poem written by Robert Frost. This poem is thought to be one of the most misinterpreted poems in American literature. “The Road Not Taken” argues for the importance of our choices, both big and small, since they shape our journey through life. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. -- Read by Karen Golden -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Symphony No. 5 (by Beethoven) - Beethoven --- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/direction-getting-lost-crossroads-6298712/ https://pixabay.com/photos/forest-path-lights-nature-trees-6951849/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ --- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

‘Nothing Gold Can Stay’ is one of the great poems written by Robert Frost. This short poem is about the impermanence of life. It describes the fleeting nature of beauty by discussing time’s effect on nature. Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. -- Read by Winston Tharp https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-192-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Hopeless - Jimena Contreras -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Mending Wall" is a thought-provoking poem written by Robert Frost. The poem revolves around two neighbours who meet to mend the stone wall separating their farms. The poem emphasizes that having clear boundaries between ourselves and others leads to healthy relationships between neighbours because they won’t fall out over petty territorial disputes or ‘invading each other’s space’. -- Read by Alan Davis Drake https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-022/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Island Dream - Chris Haugen -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/photos/ruin-leftovers-stone-wall-expired-2933741/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Fire and Ice" is one of the great poems written by Robert Frost. This short poem expresses Robert Frost's profound idea that the world would end in either of two ways, either by ice or fire. Both the components are compared with self-destructing human emotions: hatred and desire. The poem, very artistically, underpins the philosophy that we let our emotions rule us and if don’t control them they will surely destroy everything around us. Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To know that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. -- Read by Winston Tharp https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-162-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Hopeless - Jimena Contreras -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/fire-beautiful-flame-1034853/ https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Miracles" is one of the great poems by the American Poet Walt Whitman (1819–1892). This poem appears in the poetry collection "Leaves of Grass". In the ''Miracles'' poem, Walt Whitman discusses the many miracles he experiences every day. -- Miracles WHY, who makes much of a miracle? As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water, Or stand under trees in the woods, Or talk by day with anyone I love, or sleep in the bed at night with anyone I love, Or sit at table at dinner with the rest, Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car, Or watch honey bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon, Or animals feeding in the fields, Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air, Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet and bright, Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring; These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles, The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place. To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every cubic inch of space is a miracle, Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same, Every foot of the interior swarms with the same. To me the sea is a continual miracle, The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the ships with the men in them, What stranger miracles are there? -- Read by Jennette Selig https://librivox.org/miracles-by-walt-whitman/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Angelic Forest - Doug Maxwell_Media Right Productions -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/ocean-waves-sunset-sea-beach-75088/ Walt Whitman https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Walt_Whitman_portrait_painting.jpg J. W. Rochlitz, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"O Captain! My Captain!" is a famous poem written by the American Poet Walt Whitman (1819–1892) and included in "Leaves of Grass". It is an elegy to President Abraham Lincoln after his assassination. Whitman uses the metaphor of a ship and its captain to express his grief over Lincoln's death and the loss of his leadership during a critical period in American history. The poem reflects both admiration for Lincoln's leadership and sorrow over his untimely demise. It's a powerful piece that captures the sentiment of a nation mourning the loss of a beloved leader. -- O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. -- Read by Ben Adams https://librivox.org/o-captain-my-captain-by-walt-whitman-2/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Spenta Mainyu - Jesse Gallagher -- Photos and videos https://pixabay.com/videos/ocean-sea-water-nature-ship-moon-102852/ https://pixabay.com/vectors/abraham-lincoln-president-usa-face-146707/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Abraham_Lincoln_MET_AW_08_5_2.jpg Victor David Brenner, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons Walt Whitman https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Walt_Whitman_portrait_painting.jpg J. W. Rochlitz, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Faith is a fine invention" is a short poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). Emily Dickinson attempts to define "Faith". As a keen observer of life, she trusts her senses, and clearly believes in empiricism, favoring "microscopes" (science) over blind faith. This poem also contains a paradox: the speaker says "Faith" is fine when one can see it—that is, use one's senses—but if one can use his or her senses then one doesn't need to rely on faith. By asserting that faith, which is belief in things unseen, is acceptable only when one can see and examine things, she is really saying that blind faith is unacceptable. -- "Faith" is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see-- But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency. -- Read by Christine Lehman https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-156-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Decision - The Tower of Light -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/lines-drops-stars-aurora-night-128849/ https://pixabay.com/vectors/cranium-head-abstract-art-thought-3244101/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/faith-dove-holy-spirit-christianity-4664706/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"I'm Nobody! Who are you?" is a short poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). It is one of Dickinson's most popular poems. It addresses “a universal feeling of being on the outside." It is a poem about "us against them" -- I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us — don't tell! They'd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! -- Read by Alan Davis Drake https://librivox.org/im-nobody-by-emily-dickinson/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Atlantean Twilight by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100322 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ --- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/vectors/man-moon-silhouette-mountain-night-7750139/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/tree-branches-silhouette-moon-5480239/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Joy in Death" is a short poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). In this poem, Emily Dickinson is saying that if someone dies, why should we be sad when heaven is happy. -- Joy in Death If tolling bell I ask the cause. 'A soul has gone to God,' I'm answered in a lonesome tone; Is heaven then so sad? That bells should joyful ring to tell A soul had gone to heaven, Would seem to me the proper way A good news should be given. -- Read by Michael MacTaggert https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-207-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Mariposa - Quincas Moreira -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/man-stairs-heaven-old-man-stairway-5640540/ Soul Carried to Heaven https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:William-Adolphe_Bouguereau_-_Soul_Carried_to_Heaven_(c.1878).jpg William-Adolphe Bouguereau, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons Emily Dickinson https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"There is no Frigate like a Book" is a short poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). Emily Dickinson describes how reading literature transports people to glorious new places in their minds and hearts. The speaker argues that books have the power to bring anyone to faraway “Lands” simply by engaging their imaginations. And this kind of mental travel, the speaker implies, can enrich people’s very souls. -- There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears the Human Soul – -- Read by Karen Golden -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Mariposa - Quincas Moreira -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/background-candles-bible-book-139046/ https://pixabay.com/photos/frigate-sea-ocean-candle-mast-6370365/ Emily Dickinson https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Because I could not stop for Death" is a short poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). -- Read by Paul Mazumdar https://librivox.org/because-i-could-not-stop-for-death-by-emily-dickinson/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Decision - The Tower of Light -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/vectors/cacti-desert-death-valley-dunes-155567/ https://pixabay.com/videos/particles-stars-twinkling-movement-323/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"The Raven" is one of the most famous narrative poems written by American writer Edgar Allan Poe. The Raven is often noted for its musicality, stylized language, and supernatural atmosphere. It tells of a distraught lover who is paid a mysterious visit by a talking raven. The lover is lamenting the loss of his love, Lenore. Sitting on a bust of Pallas, the raven seems to further antagonize the protagonist with its constant repetition of the word "Nevermore". The poem makes use of folk, mythological, religious, and classical references. -- Read by Justin Wilson https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-209-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Forest of Fear - Aakash Gandhi sound effect: Crow Call -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/king-of-the-ravens-raven-castle-804144/ https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"A Dream Within a Dream" is a poem written by Edgar Allan Poe, first published in 1849. It's a contemplation on the fleeting nature of time and the elusive quality of reality. The speaker questions whether life itself is merely an illusion, comparing it to a dream within a dream. The poem's somber tone and existential themes have made it one of Poe's most celebrated works. -- Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep! O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? -- Read by Louise J. Belle https://librivox.org/dream-collection-2-stories-and-poems-by-various/ --- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC The Evening of Departure by Twin Musicom is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Artist: http://www.twinmusicom.org/ -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/ocean-waves-sunset-sea-beach-75088/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/blue-swirl-background-935154/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Alone" is a poem Edgar Allan Poe wrote shortly after the death of his foster mother. In this autobiographical poem, Poe describes his lifelong feelings of loneliness, isolation, and difference. -- From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view— -- Read by Winston Tharp https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-142-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC No.7 Alone With My Thoughts - Esther Abrami -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/star-celestial-body-space-stars-121540/ https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/photos/people-woman-travel-adventure-trek-2591874/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline