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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.

Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.

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I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
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Diary Freedom Myself Night Poem Sky
You deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.
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She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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Blush Fall Flower Himself Watch
Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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I hope this pain never eases and these wounds never heal. That’s how you keep lingering in scars, underneath my skin.
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When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
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Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
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You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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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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I hope my poem touches your soul and tickles your feet. As it is a river, river of my molten heartbeats.
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You can see heaven or earth in her pupils when she’s smiling, and happy for real.
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Fear people who dare to walk with their chest open, despite of having a heart bruise by love.
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