The velvet veins running through my deep-colored wings sing blues, remembering the non-existent maple memories, lighting up my heart’s frosty rays.
DEEPALI SINGHVIThe leaves shy and smile, of the laughter, when they see themselves – in the mirror of nature.
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The spikes of the cactus which grows in my heart, are alike the water lilies that only bloom in the dark.
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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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Eddying towards my zero points four mystery misted pens naked nib, the stars splash starlight ridden waves, on my ever-circling emotions.
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Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
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The sensation of the sunshine sparkles my eyelids from time to time.
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Stitched with the bemused threads of reality our brains suffer from practicality, a mystic story edited to be a mystery.
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Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
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Fear not the devil’s darkness which you thought of as moonlight, Fear not, the waves knotted within your heart, which crashes onto your eyes waterline, there? Yes there! In that illusion exists you.
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The leaves shy and smile, of the laughter, when they see themselves – in the mirror of nature.
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My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
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A narrative told in the infinite galaxy of colors that melt into white and, brushstrokes bourne upon land who are titled ‘human beings’.
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The sound of wind chimes, soothing my mind, removing all the frames of my mind, takes me straight away, to the depth, depth of my mind!
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Break me, Break me, Break me until the broken cells of my mind become the glitter of your eyes! My shattered glass neurons have become your tears now.
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The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.
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Santa sobs recalling December’s decor, navigating joys volcano, overcoming dawns of insomnia, waking the snowflakes to find, yearlong sleep, which delightfulness sneaks!
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