#thoughts
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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 mind doesn’t hibernate in despairing situations. The duration of the bitter feeling of setback seems longer than anytime. A part of the mind needs to be free to hunt, the other part desires to be a slave to regrets. The conflict is real as dawn and dusk. So it’s true too that you lead…
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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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Nobody should let loneliness to push him or her to toxic company. Otherwise it would tremble your base momentarily. But you would be lucky in the end to find out that loneliness is only a particular state of your thought process. Nobody is literally lonely. 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 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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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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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…