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It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof.

Munia Khan

Only the moon’s smile can cure the unseen scars of darkness.
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Cure Darkness Moon Scars Smile Unseen
Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans.
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Desire Lake Quiet Silence Swan
A heartful mind can always see better than mindless eyes.
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Eyes Heart Mind
Some pain has no relief,it can only be sealed You can grasp the wound to feel the scar unhealed.
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Frasp Healing Pain relief Scars Seal
Moon is the light from a lantern in heaven.
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Heaven Lantern Light Moon
If we are the trees, words are our roots; and we grow as we write.
MUNIA KHAN

Growth Root Tree Words Writing
Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear.
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Blood Cold Emptiness Fear Vein
If you rescue me from my pipe dreams, I’ll stop smoking fantasies.
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Dreams Fantasy Rescue Smoke Stop
A lost road will remember your footsteps because someday you may want to return, tracing the way.
MUNIA KHAN

Footstep Inspirational Lost Remember Road Trace
When reality hurts, make sure to soar above the dream-stained sky!
MUNIA KHAN

Dreams Hurt Reality Sky Soar
When you run out of love, it’s really hard to understand whether you have lost your heart or your heart has lost you.
MUNIA KHAN

Break Up Broken Heart Heart Lost Love Understand
Wrap your mind around my thoughts as I wrap my soul around your heart.
MUNIA KHAN

Heart Soul Wrap
Even a wolf knows how to be polite when animalistic humans have no clue about politeness.
MUNIA KHAN

Animal Clue Human Polite Wolf
You don’t need to be the tide to rise and fall, you don’t have to be a wave to touch the shore; just be a little sand-grain and feel them all.
MUNIA KHAN

Fall Rise Shore Tide Touch
It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof.
MUNIA KHAN

Imagination Outside Poet Rain Roof Writer
I wish to spend a lifetime near a lighthouse where loneliness will be the glimmer of luminous prancing upon ocean waves… rising and falling only for my breathing.
MUNIA KHAN

Breath Fall Glimmer Lifetime Light Loneliness Ocean Rise

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