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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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Sometimes maturity hits so hard, We accept both defeat and win gladly. Amalgamation brings an unexplainable version, Futuristic visions emerged vividly from all the edges. By I.H.
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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 saw a heap of bricks in my backyard, entangled in vastly grown ferns. They were not in condition of use, some were broken, worn out. They lost value and importance, they would never come in use and in some moment of time their existence would be erased. But the process of making of the…
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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.