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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.

We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.

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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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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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Your eyes looking into mine, this is how two eclipses collide.
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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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You can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.
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He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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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’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.
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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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Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
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She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
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