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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.

He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.

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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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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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Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
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You’re breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.
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Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
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She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
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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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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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You can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.
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Darling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.
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He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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Bold Herself Himself Listening Shy Talk
When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
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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
You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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Aura Flower Herself Myself Sunflower Warm
Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.
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Burden Death Deep Dreams Life Luxury
Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.
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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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Death is the mercy of life on us.
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