Coping with love’s aftertaste, my fractal feelings sprint in haste, my mellow neurons transmit tears, like a cascade of caramel latte.
DEEPALI SINGHVIThe sound of wind chimes, soothing my mind, removing all the frames of my mind, takes me straight away, to the depth, depth of my mind!
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The day I know who I am, why and how is known of me, I will be me, Me: free from thorns and petals that go round and round, in heads and heels, and would reveal me, me indeed!
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Sometimes the sun shies away, from how the ocean slays, and the ocean keeps its promise, to slay until it sees the sunrays!
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The sensation of the sunshine sparkles my eyelids from time to time.
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Nothing was trying to hurt me, except my own thoughts, which felt like needles, trying to stitch tears within my eyes.
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A narrative told in the infinite galaxy of colors that melt into white and, brushstrokes bourne upon land who are titled ‘human beings’.
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Like a busy fairy smiling in its own melancholy on unending Friday nights, the loving wings of my realistic fantasies, spread themselves as wide as the sea.
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The leaves shy and smile, of the laughter, when they see themselves – in the mirror of nature.
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The sound of wind chimes, soothing my mind, removing all the frames of my mind, takes me straight away, to the depth, depth of my mind!
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Add the frozen dreams, to the passionate flavor, in you and there you are, having the best of you!
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Santa sobs recalling December’s decor, navigating joys volcano, overcoming dawns of insomnia, waking the snowflakes to find, yearlong sleep, which delightfulness sneaks!
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Stitched with the bemused threads of reality our brains suffer from practicality, a mystic story edited to be a mystery.
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Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
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The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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