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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.

Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.

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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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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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We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.
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Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
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You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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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
Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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You can see heaven or earth in her pupils when she’s smiling, and happy for real.
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Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
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You deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.
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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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She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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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
Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
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Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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Death is the mercy of life on us.
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Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.
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Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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Harmony Moon Myself Ocean Yourself
She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
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