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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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Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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Death Existence Illumination Loud Night Stardom
A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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Beautiful Poem Poet Reading
Death is the mercy of life on us.
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Death Life Mercy Ourselves
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
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 was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Call Darkness Hands Herself Hide
Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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Aura Flower Herself Myself Sunflower Warm
Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
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Blood Grace Inspirational Pain Run Universe
Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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Color Nostalgia Paint Phoenix Poem Wings
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
Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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Moon Night People Sadness Sing Song
Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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Eyes Love Meet Shade Yourself
He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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Autumn Himself Kill Smile
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
Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
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Forever Land Lips Name Sleep Snow

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