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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.

Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.

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I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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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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Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.
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When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
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You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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You can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.
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We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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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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After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
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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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He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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