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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.

Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.

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Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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Color Nostalgia Paint Phoenix Poem Wings
When she’s drenched in agony and soaked in pain, her smile holds the art this world is dying to learn.
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Agony Death Herself Hold Learning Pain Soak
When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
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Creation Fall In Love God Introspect Woman
Darling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.
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Darkness Embrace Shine Stars Teaching Yourself
She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
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Blood Herself Inspirational Nature Pain
You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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Flower Love Nature Universe
Rest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.
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Earth Gentle Head Snow Yourself
She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Call Darkness Hands Herself Hide
You deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.
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Childhood Deserve Heart Love Poem Remember Stay Yourself
Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.
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Alone Crowd Moon Stardom
Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
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Myself Name Reach Song Thinking Tips
You’re breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.
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Break Up Breathe Memories Relationship Wall Yourself
Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.
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Ache Blood Home Sick Wound Writing Yourself
I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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Harmony Moon Myself Ocean Yourself
Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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Days Lips Rain Taste Yourself

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