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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.

Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.

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When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
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Creation Fall In Love God Introspect Woman
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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Break Up Healing Hope Linger Pain Scars Skin Wound
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
Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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Color Nostalgia Paint Phoenix Poem Wings
He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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Count Eyes Himself Sky Stardom
I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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Love Myself Paint Song Start Touch Writing
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
Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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Hope One Liner Poetry Sing
I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
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Myself Peace Silence
Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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Drugs Fall Music Soul
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
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
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
She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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Herself Listening Poetry Silence Soul

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