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I wonder what my palm lines read,Are these the ones from which my fate feeds.Or is it just a feeble seed,Growing day by day with my need.
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And the moments passed,With the words and glass.Drop by drop filling the unspoken flask,Later scribbled down till the diary last.
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In the moment which has happiness and sour,I got a friend who sailed so far.Moments of doubt, stuck the oars,But the river helped to row the boat.Moun..
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She went out for a couple of minutes,I got enough time to make her supper.She looked astonished when she entered the door,But i knew she wouldn't be s..
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Writing for you was never easy,Finding words are too drastically crazy.You can say the words don’t match,It’s just that the things don&rsq..
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I always thought poems just shine,until i started writing mine.Words by words, lines by linesfinding the truth behind rhymes.Seeking for the aspiratio..
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You looked away,You walked away.Leaving no traces of your path,You just moved away.Quiet and still the moments passed,Now I don’t remember the t..
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look far look far,look at those f*king stars.such a shine, so much bright,just like the holy light.burning like helleveryday inside,still fulfilling t..
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I feel so empty, like a broken house inside,So many noises around, yet it feels so quite.Don’t know what to do, or what to find,Just fiddling my..
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It was a lonely night,
with my eyes tight.
I felt uneasy at midnight,
opened window to look at the beautiful moonlight.
A walk alo..
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