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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - I hope my poem touches your soul and tickles your feet. As it is a river, river of my molten heartbeats.

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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Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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Eyes Love Meet Shade Yourself
Darling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.
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Darkness Embrace Shine Stars Teaching Yourself
And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.
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Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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Blush Fall Flower Himself Watch
Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
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Dreams Earth Horizon Kissing Sky
You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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Flower Love Nature Universe
Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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Drugs Fall Music Soul
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
Your eyes looking into mine, this is how two eclipses collide.
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Eclipse Eyes Love Relationship Yourself
I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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Harmony Moon Myself Ocean Yourself
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
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
He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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Autumn Himself Kill Smile
Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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Art Artist Death Human Immortal Sound
You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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Break Up Home Myself
Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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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
She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Call Darkness Hands Herself Hide
Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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Color Nostalgia Paint Phoenix Poem Wings
When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
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Creation Fall In Love God Introspect Woman
You deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.
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Childhood Deserve Heart Love Poem Remember Stay Yourself
Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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Death Existence Illumination Loud Night Stardom
Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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Aura Flower Herself Myself Sunflower Warm
Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
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Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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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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Myself Name Reach Song Thinking Tips
Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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Moon Night People Sadness Sing Song

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