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The sarcasm!
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The
shadow that I see
Behind
the sun,
Stares
defiantly at me!
For...
I
killed the one
That
veiled my soul
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I see the rainbow, before it rains...And feel the droplets, before they fall...I count the stars, which I can't see...At home, I bring them all...I pl..
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That mid-night breeze waftsThe memoirsThat she had lost…She silently dreams aboutThe childhood laneWhere still hangs her laughter!Of toys and f..
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She ponders…Of illusion and deceits...She holds...That tiny bud,And smells,She know it’s not hers,For it shall bloom one dayAnd perish&he..
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When the falling sunSpreads its auraThe woods blushesThe floating mist adds the trinkets,No rain-clouds around…Still these eyes are drenched.....
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She hated that darkness, for that broke her heart.That nostalgia diluted her.She got lost in the crowds of unseen upshots.Worn out!For she hated that ..
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The cambered curves of twoI behold the rainbows, tooAs Wordsworth did!With this floating faint smellOf drenched mud…And the droplet that slides..
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A child stretches her handOut of the window pane,Touches,The stumbling droplet...After the showerAnd asks“Daddy, why it rains?”He has no a..
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Don’t judge him, my folk,
And don’t judge her either,
For you, yourself, don’t know…
Who actually you are!
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