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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.

Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.

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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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Hope One Liner Poetry Sing
Death is the mercy of life on us.
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Death Life Mercy Ourselves
We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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Break Up Close Forever Mistake Myself
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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Heartbeat Hope Poem River Touch
And the biggest irony is you spend a lifetime finding someone to love and then die learning how to unlove them.
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Big Finding Irony Learning Life Love Time Yourself
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
Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
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Blood Grace Inspirational Pain Run Universe
You can see heaven or earth in her pupils when she’s smiling, and happy for real.
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Earth Eyes Happiness Heaven Reality Smile
Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.
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Burden Death Deep Dreams Life Luxury
Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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Art Bone Common Flesh Ourselves Religion Share Soul
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
Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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Eyes Love Meet Shade Yourself
Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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Days Lips Rain Taste Yourself
You can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.
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Damage Remedy Smile Soul Wear World
She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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Herself Listening Poetry Silence Soul
Your eyes looking into mine, this is how two eclipses collide.
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Eclipse Eyes Love Relationship Yourself
You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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Flower Love Nature Universe
She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Call Darkness Hands Herself Hide
After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
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Break Up Heart Broken Poetry Treat Yourself
Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.
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Alone Crowd Moon Stardom
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
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
Love to the fullest. Either you’ll live for eternity or die as a poet.
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Forever Full Live Love Poet Yourself
Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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Moon Night People Sadness Sing Song
Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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Healing Herself Silence Way Worship
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
A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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