My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
DEEPALI SINGHVIThe sensation of the sunshine sparkles my eyelids from time to time.
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The velvet veins running through my deep-colored wings sing blues, remembering the non-existent maple memories, lighting up my heart’s frosty rays.
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The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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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.
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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.
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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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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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Petals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!
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Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
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Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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Eddying towards my zero points four mystery misted pens naked nib, the stars splash starlight ridden waves, on my ever-circling emotions.
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Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
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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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Prohibited from plucking my bluebell emotions, my non-existent existence keeps kindling the aroma of my love.
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Coping with love’s aftertaste, my fractal feelings sprint in haste, my mellow neurons transmit tears, like a cascade of caramel latte.
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