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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.

I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.

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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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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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We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.
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Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
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Death is the mercy of life on us.
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Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
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Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
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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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Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
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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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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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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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