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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.

A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.

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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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Agony Death Herself Hold Learning Pain Soak
A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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Beautiful Poem Poet Reading
Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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Death Existence Illumination Loud Night Stardom
He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.
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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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Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
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Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
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Dreams Earth Horizon Kissing Sky
Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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Aura Flower Herself Myself Sunflower Warm
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
I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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Your eyes looking into mine, this is how two eclipses collide.
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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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