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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Rest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.

Rest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.

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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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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
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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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Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
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