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Here’s to reaching out to an end of me, Stranded by multitudes of blockades. The rift came along, and I survived, Not by my own self, but supported by their deft hands. What’s unseen, though, are the silent touches of friends. They saw me, even when I was
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Bumblebee cold, Bumblebee blue. If I boot that around with a leather laced shoe. Bumblebee buzz, Bumblebee fly. Once I find out the main reason why. Trapped in narrow margins, between anger and hunger. I can see outside but can’t get there Someone shut me out and won’t
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Not a roaring thunder neither a hailing frost It's a March awakening with sunshine of joy While each sound insists to be that friend whose path yet not crossed With mine; winding leaves,survived seedlings. Distracted my thoughts those were meant To produce a fruitful verse sitting alone
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In the joyous and blissful state of mind, Where soul has not lost its luster, The unbecoming of self Is but a truthful obedience- The righteous path of inner being Is laid down, for the mind to conquer. Yet conquest here is not of stillness , But filled with rigours of
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They sing songs of my freedom, So I spread my wings, and soar across the sky. Feathers brush plump cloud, Withdrawing and revealing the golden halo, That is the king of the sky. He rises to greet his loyal subjects, sky, cloud, and me. The song of the heartbeat. Peace
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One of us will leave first; I pray it is I. Prepare the coffin and lay me to rest. Look upon my face one final time. Cast the sand we gathered by the sea, and let fall a single tear for all the years I will not see.
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Two souls walked in tandem, Unmistakably synchronized. The roads crumbled into a playground. The walk through elation To critical observers, They felt it suggested a mystical chemistry. The hoping, the playfulness, the exhilaration of intimacy, Manifested a giant spectacle. We drew up a conversation. Outwardly expansive and soulful. The conversation
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Misery masked itself as pleasure, Darkness portrayed itself as art. Or so I believed, naive, unaware — Your words pierced straight through my heart, Time drenched in the agony left behind. The lips that praised me, no longer did — Instead they whispered false pretence. The hands that welcomed me, no longer
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I hide away from you like a shadow that thrives on its own. I watched you spiraled into a void with no return — Still, I beg time to free me from this misery. Who are you, I wonder — What has become of you? Your eyes no longer glisten with the
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I have spent ages, I have lost myself. So many roads grew tired, so many footprints erased, I disappeared down your paths, completely amazed. By Time’s own hands, so many chains I broke, Yet left my own soul weeping, my own spirit bespoke. I was a traveler who grew
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A little poem
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I lowered a ladder for you, Let you climb over my walls, I allowed you to come in, You're more than just my partner, You have become my best friend, When I’m sad, you bring me joy, When I’m mad, you calm me down, When I’