#poems
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December alarmed virescent leaves to fadePassed message to JanuaryTime to bloom carnations on winter lands. By I.H.
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On the way to the memory lane There is this sycamore tree And our shadows under it, We moved to south and west The shadows never left their roots. So often I take a short walk The sky is dwindling all blue, I talk to the shadows for hours They never break vows of silence.…
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The moment of awakening to my soul’s purpose is a magical history. I don’t wait for the silver moon to bright up the premise of life. All I plant the blinking stars and they make me to sleep in ease for I dream of the blazing sun. Whether the path is long or short, I…
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Not chasing the muse It drips with dew When the universe sings Stories whirl old and new.
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I was sitting in calm under the bright blue sky. Storm brew maliciously around. My heart pounded , my vision blurred . Dust suffocated my breath. No safe valley as far as I could see. My skin was being peeled by the furious hurricane. A magical moment awaken my safe haven, a blissed destination. It…
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It was unfathomable surprise for me when I first recognised a few basic colours, red, blue and pink. The excitement to explore the whole new surrounding filled with vibrant shades was on peak. So this was the world of curiosity. Curiosity led all the directions. I wished to be the first to solve all of…
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Who doesn’t like light! Perhaps few. The small moons alongside street leading to aurora dazzling in distance. Chilled air and darkness talks to me about hopeful dawn. We have been friends for long time. I see another small moon as I approach forward, they leave for the moment. We meet again, me, chilled air and…
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We weren’t higher than the stars Never near to infinity, There we stood tainted to our hearts Much alive in bleak valley, Faith sank in shallow ocean Lies sprung in shape of fern.