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The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.

Deepali Singhvi

Prohibited from plucking my bluebell emotions, my non-existent existence keeps kindling the aroma of my love.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Emotion Existence Love Myself
Stitched with the bemused threads of reality our brains suffer from practicality, a mystic story edited to be a mystery.
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Mystery Reality Story Suffering
The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.
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Delicate Dream Heart Myself Wisdom
Rainbows of emotions ring our hearts to enjoy and feel songs of love’s cappuccino yearning to be a poetic vow!
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Emotion Feeling Heart Love Music Poetry
The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Deep End Philosophy
Fear not the devil’s darkness which you thought of as moonlight, Fear not, the waves knotted within your heart, which crashes onto your eyes waterline, there? Yes there! In that illusion exists you.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Darkness Devil Existence Eyes Fear Heart Illusion Moon Philosophy Yourself
Thoughts in bottles battled and shattered the glass of their containers, which floated in the ocean like a sun made of diamonds.
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Flow Ocean Sun
Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
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Heart One Liner Stop Time
The velvet veins running through my deep-colored wings sing blues, remembering the non-existent maple memories, lighting up my heart’s frosty rays.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Deep Existence Heart Light Memories Remember Wings
My love is like a trigonometry problem simplified by my heart’s mint green genies, the broken being in me sings a million epiphanies, my life is but colors spilled in polaroids of caring butterflies.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Break Life Love Mathematics Myself Simplicity Sing
My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
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Gold Heart Myself Soul
Break me, Break me, Break me until the broken cells of my mind become the glitter of your eyes! My shattered glass neurons have become your tears now.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Break Eyes Myself Tears Yourself
Add the frozen dreams, to the passionate flavor, in you and there you are, having the best of you!
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Best Dream Inspirational Passion Yourself
Santa sobs recalling December’s decor, navigating joys volcano, overcoming dawns of insomnia, waking the snowflakes to find, yearlong sleep, which delightfulness sneaks!
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Cry Fantasy Overcome
The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Acceptance Art Break Piece
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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End Fantasy Love Sad Sea Smile Wings

The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.

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