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  • artistano1 15w

    ...


    When I wandered one night
    into Untoldland,
    the white hill of the moon turned on the light
    and out of nowhere she appeared
    with one her firefly friend.

    Damn,
    she stay and smiled at me,
    the night was hot like a heater.
    To pour honey from all the baskets
    in the world, she would be sweeter.

    Night or day, or both, silent as nightwatch
    just prettier, like a day with moonlight.
    The willows down looks like dancing,
    maybe it just occurred to me,
    maybe everything danced by her touch.

    It is not the moon, but milk,
    and it's not bird's milk,
    but the milk of the moon,
    she waved at me and say
    "I have to catch my firefly,
    see you soon!"

    Those who are awake will miss
    the most beautiful dream,
    Yup,
    and those who sleep will miss much more
    ... when they wake up.

    I'm just afraid
    my breathing won't disturb
    the perfect peace of the trees.
    God, how beautiful land is,
    how it is nice to be alive tonight,
    how it is nice to see you, miss Moonlight!

    All my worries,
    the beasts that have me,
    resting now down deep,
    like the anchor of a ship.

    So if is necessary
    that something happen to me,
    let it be tonight,
    and let it be
    miss Monlight...




    Miss Moonlight
    Written by Artistano1

    #patheticfallacy #wod

    #genuine_readers #daadigotyourback
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    Miss moonlight

  • artistano1 16w

    One,
    then the other,
    then more and more
    piece by piece,
    I leave myself in the ghost town.
    And I'm going down,
    old,
    like in the ashes a log
    And so cold...

    Piece of me
    is still out there,
    somewhere in a bunch
    of crumpled smiles.
    There,
    where the morning
    dresses in purple the roofs.
    There,
    where are no more amateurs
    with rented costumes
    and cheap roles.
    There,
    where I stopped dreaming
    about spoiled doll's.
    And I'm lying down
    old,
    like in the ashes a log
    And so cold...

    One piece of me
    is still somewhere
    confused by your growing obligations.
    Where the world fell asleep before us,
    and where, at least for an hour,
    we had our first dream.
    And one piece
    stayed there
    where my songs made sense,
    and my dead hands wrote
    black letters on your white body.
    And now I'm leaving town
    old,
    like in the ashes a log
    And so cold...

    Piece by piece, by piece,
    I leave to your memories.
    All I have to do is see you tomorrow,
    and move your mind, the way I know.
    And all I have to do is bite your lip
    for some new year
    while burning balloons fly over us
    in Paris, or anywhere
    And all I have to do is dying in the fog
    old,
    like in the ashes a log
    And so cold...






    Written by artistano1


    #genuine_readers
    #daadigotyourback
    #poetry
    @miraquill
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    Piece by piece

  • artistano1 18w

    ***


    Ten thousand days on earth,
    in space, in something
    Ten thousand nights eaten by moths,
    in a mess, for nothing ?!
    Ten thousand sleeps
    in one place
    which will never stop.
    And you will come one morning,
    in a small town,
    after ten thousand days,
    and I will be your friend
    and a complete stranger
    and it will be love that you feel,
    those ten thousand seconds,
    you just won't tell me that.
    I would like to share the cross with you,
    which I carry ten thousand faiths
    and tell you fairy tales
    on the roof of the world.
    I would like to fit into a mold
    and in other's shoes,
    and walk other's paths.
    If only you were
    instead of memories collect dreams.
    - How will you remember me if you forget me?
    It will remain your formal white dress,
    to flutters in the wind,
    ten thousand centuries.
    It will remain an abandoned railway,
    to wait some new train
    and collect dust from universe
    another ten thousand rides,
    and before you fall asleep
    imagine a wish,
    and imagine the falling stars
    above us
    ten thousand nights ...



    by ArtistaNo1

    .


    #genuine_readers #daadigotyourback
    #miraquill #Us #poetry
    #tabularasa #tenthousand
    #artistano1 #writersbay
    #love #imagine
    @writersnetwork @miraquill
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    Ten thousand

  • artistano1 18w

    It was raining,
    Gloria,
    the morning carried the smell of the sea,
    and in an unknown language
    I tried to write shapes
    of your hair while you asleep.
    You'll never be mine,
    but while you asleep you shine.

    It was a sad day,
    Gloria,
    and your eyes laughed at me.
    Words came from those depths,
    and what the meaning of life is
    if I don't drown in them?
    You'll never be mine,
    but while you asleep you shine.

    I dreamed of a fog,
    Gloria,
    one ordinary morning,
    in your student room,
    you held out hands to me shyly,
    and I think I realized then
    where the Danube kisses the sky.
    You'll never be mine,
    but while you asleep you shine.

    Life is so short,
    Gloria,
    to pass on the screen.
    Here or anywhere in the world
    in Madrid or Mumbai,
    in Belgrade or Rome,
    wherever your finger would stand
    as the globe rotates.
    And while the pictures change
    on canvas,
    beam projector lights
    creates shadows on the wall,
    like craters on the moon,
    and go into oblivion
    disease
    money
    fake laughter
    promises
    plans
    notes
    sadness
    troubles
    simpletons
    memories
    losses
    peoples
    infections
    risks and compassions
    and fear of death,
    here or anywhere in the world
    wherever your finger would stand,
    Gloria,
    as the globe rotates.

    Slow music
    Curtain goes down
    I'm going down
    Darkness going down
    Silence going down
    Just
    your heartbeats
    Lust for lost years
    And you'll be
    forever mine,
    but while you asleep
    you shine...





    ArtistaNo1

    #Gloria
    #genuine_readers
    #lovepoetry #poetry
    #writersbay
    #daadigotyourback
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    Gloria

  • artistano1 20w

    Come in October,
    when it rains out of nowhere.
    Or come anytime.
    In front of a piece of art,
    I think about your shoulders,
    I think of the country
    in which life begins.
    A hidden secret,
    broken by waves of memory.
    Like the grayness of a cloud,
    Like a day without light,
    Like an October morning,
    Like you and I
    Like white night stars.


    October rain,
    maybe winter is coming.
    Maybe you will come.
    Questions fall from the sky.
    Where are you? Who has you?
    Boredom suffocates crumpled paper,
    as I fade in your pictures.
    Good actors feel other's pain,
    and bad not even his own.
    Like the last drop in a glass
    Like drunkenness
    Like October wet
    Like you and I,
    Like a fish in a net.


    October rain,
    in a train of dead poets.
    I need a dream two thousand years old,
    I need a childhood without fears.
    Like a finished book,
    I close my eyes.
    Maybe I love you to madness,
    maybe I'm just trying to fall asleep.
    Come in October
    Like the last dance
    Like walking on water
    Like a midnight's kiss
    Like you and I
    Like a citizen without a city.


    October rain,
    endless gray light,
    what I eat becomes me.
    And i feel ink,
    I'm leaking down your neck.
    Leaving a trail, small sign,
    which does not fade with time,
    a sign by which you remember me
    while you forget me.
    Like a thrown voodoo doll
    Like waiting for October
    Like love at first sight
    Like you and I
    Like when blind man cry


    Distance, smoke and dust.
    October,
    Smell of lust
    Infinite gray light.
    I hate this city.
    Now, really,
    come in October,
    or come anytime...





    ArtistaNo1
    @miraquill @writersnetwork
    #genuinereaders #daadigotyourback
    #october #love #artista #poetry

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    Come in October

  • artistano1 20w

    Once when i was young,
    a long time ago,
    she ask me
    to write her a song.
    And I wasn't sure I would make it.
    Words are my toys,
    they come to me out of nowhere,
    but there are some things in us
    that cannot be translated into words.
    Maybe i wanted to find
    a special one for her,
    but time passed...

    "What about my song?"
    Ten years later she asked me again.
    As she cuddled, clinging to me,
    on a meadow
    from which the whole universe
    could be seen,
    when it was a clear night,
    like that night,
    when we hung,
    once when i was young.

    And I really didn't know
    how to make it.
    Somehow,
    the words I know,
    the letters i've got,
    the signs i've seen,
    were blurring in my head,
    wanting to inspire her.
    Wanting to leave a mark on her,
    on her body.
    As I counted the birthmarks on her bare back,
    there, on the meadow
    from which the whole universe could be seen,
    that I could only look at the sky instead of at her.
    That night, silence istead of tongue,
    once when i was young.

    And time has taken us far...

    I'm not sure I could calculate
    how many starry nights have passed
    since she begged me to write a song for her,
    there,
    a long time ago,
    while I was counting the birthmarks
    on her bare back.
    Even today I can clearly see that picture,
    of her,
    of birthmarks,
    on the meadow,
    under the whole universe,
    as if I were there again,
    only this time I looked at the sky,
    and saw the arrangement of stars
    identical to the arrangement
    of the birthmarks on her body.
    And my fingers like shooting stars
    fly over letters,
    like over her bare back,
    and,
    what an irony,
    here's your song,
    you little fool...



    #genuine_readers #writingsongs #daadigotyourback #writersbay @miraquill @writersnetwork #once #wod

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    Once when i was young

  • artistano1 20w

    At the end,
    You'll wake up one Sunday.
    Alone.
    Wrinkled hands, old.
    And June will be all around you,
    in the mirror,
    in the eyes,
    in gray hair,
    on the window,
    below which
    the world more and more
    flee for nothing.
    A world that more
    it is not what it is
    once was.
    When I loved you
    in all languages.
    With eyes that
    they shine with desire
    and hopes for a better tomorrow,
    for a world in which
    are serenades
    sang under the windows,
    and kissed the hands of the ladies.
    And so as you stand,
    in the room,
    in front of the window,
    in Sunday
    in June,
    you will want to fly out
    down a long artisan street,
    to one dilapidated house
    in the ghetto,
    and change everything,
    with all the strength of your heart,
    which you don't even hear anymore
    to knock.
    To bring back all the hours,
    and a face that becomes a silhouette.
    But in vain,
    you don't even know what you want anymore,
    nor what you once wanted.
    It's not even that Sunday,
    it's not even June,
    and those dilapidated ghetto house,
    no more ...
    And only in the old one
    jewelry box,
    there is a picture,
    smiling character,
    etched in memory
    etched in June
    while the world was
    nicer place.
    And as your heart slowly stops,
    it could last an eternity
    live in memories,
    and you don't hear anymore
    last beats,
    and you don't know
    that you dream awake.
    Day by day, goodbye Sunday...




    @writersnetwork @miraquill #poetry #genuine_readers #writersbay #daadigotyourback #etch #June #artistano1 #Sunday #day #wod

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    In Sunday

  • artistano1 20w

    ...


    When I wandered one night
    into Untoldland,
    the white hill of the moon turned on the light
    and out of nowhere she appeared
    with one her firefly friend.

    Damn,
    she stay and smiled at me,
    the night was hot like a heater.
    To pour honey from all the baskets
    in the world, she would be sweeter.

    Night or day, or both, silent as nightwatch
    just prettier, like a day with moonlight.
    The willows down looks like dancing,
    maybe it just occurred to me,
    maybe everything danced by her touch.

    It is not the moon, but milk,
    and it's not bird's milk,
    but the milk of the moon,
    she waved at me and say
    "I have to catch my firefly,
    see you soon"

    Those who are awake will miss
    the most beautiful dream,
    Yup,
    and those who sleep will miss much more
    ... when they wake up.

    I'm just afraid
    my breathing won't disturb
    the perfect peace of the trees.
    God, how beautiful land is,
    how it is nice to be alive tonight,
    how it is nice to see you, miss Moonlight!

    All my worries,
    the beasts that have me,
    resting now down deep,
    like the anchor of a ship.

    So if is necessary
    that something happen to me,
    let it be tonight,
    and let it be
    miss Monlight...




    "Miss Moonlight"
    Written by Artistano1

    #genuine_readers #daadigotyourback @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    Miss Moonlight

  • artistano1 22w

    One,
    then the other,
    then more and more
    piece by piece,
    I leave myself in the ghost town.
    And I'm going down,
    cold, like in the ashes a log.

    Piece of me
    is still out there,
    somewhere in a bunch
    of crumpled smiles.
    There,
    where the morning dresses in purple the roofs.
    There,
    where are no more amateurs
    with rented costumes
    and cheap roles.
    There,
    where I stopped dreaming
    about spoiled doll's.
    And I'm lying
    cold, like in the ashes a log.

    One piece of me
    is still confused somewhere
    by your growing up and obligations.
    Where the world fell asleep before us,
    and where, at least for an hour,
    we had our first dream together.
    And one piece
    stayed where my songs made sense,
    and my dead hands wrote
    black letters on your white body.
    And now I'm lying
    cold, like in the ashes a log.

    Piece by piece, by piece,
    I leave to your memories
    All I have to do is see you tomorrow,
    and move your mind, the way I know.
    And all I have to do is bite your lip
    for some new year
    while burning balloons fly over us.
    And all I have to do is leave
    piece by piece in the fog
    and i'm lying
    cold, like in the ashes a log.




    P.S. Today is my birthday :)



    Written by artistano1

    #genuine_readers #daadigotyourback #poetry @miraquill @writersnetwork #piece #artista

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    Piece by piece

  • artistano1 22w

    Emotions go crazy,
    and become a threat
    for all those years that have passed
    And which will come.
    I will meet you through the ages
    and various shapes
    And I will write the most beautiful song,
    in honor of your name,
    let's drink.

    You are sitting,
    somewhere,
    with a glass in your hand
    As a passenger on the platform for oblivion.
    And like many times before
    i'm late with words
    and a sad thought passes through me
    "I will not succeed again tonight"
    Let's drink.

    Your appearance
    unlocked the locks
    of some dark rooms in my brain,
    and I hide in vain
    under the abyss
    behind the scene
    and dreamed of you with music,
    but you all are a silence,
    let's drink.

    You're everyone's story,
    but only my ink is on paper.
    How sad life is to know your name,
    but don't remember your face.
    Names stay forever,
    even if we forever leave,
    even though we forever die,
    names stay forever
    your stays even longer,
    let's drink.

    I'd like to take you to Paris,
    and to conquer that city of poetry
    with a song.
    And bite your lip
    in that pathetic place.
    I'd like to
    hold your hand
    look your face.
    And play you a quiet song
    to forget the pain.
    But not to exaggerate
    I'll just for you tonight
    bring the rain.
    Let's drink.





    Artistano1
    #genuine_readers #poetry #lovesong #daadigotyourback @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    Let's drink

  • artistano1 24w

    ...



    You are divine
    But I
    with torment under my arm
    I cry on the wires
    On the stage of yours desires
    With my back in black
    with my tired shoes
    In front of other's eyes
    By cities
    Where there are no your steps
    I fly in lies
    Love songs are in vain.
    When we live under different skies.
    And now
    i'm lying alone
    on a bed of thorn.
    Both sides are mine tonight.
    Little bird,
    it's not for me
    someone like You,
    light years away.
    I'm just a damn poet,
    drowned in words,
    just another breath in illusion,
    and I have nothing
    except these few black letters,
    which fly before my eyes,
    like a butterflies.
    You need someone awake,
    not a dreamer and a madman,
    who would because of one your smile,
    burned the whole universe.
    Go now, my match went out...



    Artistano1

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    Match

  • artistano1 24w

    ...


    Find someone with a similar smile,
    someone with a face like mine,
    find someone with my eyes
    and who knows how to tell lies.

    Find someone who is stubborn,
    someone who laughs like me,
    find someone who is faithful
    And who knows how to love.

    Find someone with the same voice,
    someone who talks a lot,
    find someone with my lips
    And hair that is similar to mine.

    Find someone who tells fairy tales,
    someone who can catch the moon,
    find someone who doesn't exist.
    Find someone who smells like June.

    Find someone who knows how to forgive,
    someone who will always be by your side,
    even when you find someone like that,
    you will no longer had a pride.




    by artistano1
    #genuine_readers @miraquill #daadigotyourback @writersnetwork #find #poetry

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    Find

  • anush18 26w

    //Strangers (n)//

    They are the visitors, who leave.
    Leave scars, memories, hues, advices.
    Above all, they're listeners.
    They are there for you, when no one
    even bothers for you.
    They don't judge for they know all the pain
    You've been suffering through.

    You can share all you want,
    They can hear all you say.
    It's not about formalities,
    It's about the unspoken love you do.
    You can find a guide in them,
    They can find a lost friend in you.
    You don't connect forcefully,
    You connect to each other unknowingly.
    Unknowingly: so pure & strong
    when they leave, they make you strong.

    They are the ones who will make you laugh,
    They are the ones who will make you cry.
    You are the one who can find a friend in them,
    You are the one who can sense their silent screams.
    They are the ones who will sing "lullabies"
    Even when you sank in your cries.
    They are the ones who will make your sleep deprived and unending nights unexpectedly beautiful!

    And the best part is you've nothing to lose.
    Because All the moments you spent with them
    Was the time when you were so busy being yourself.
    The best part is Even when they leave, their is nothing to ����������.
    The best part is Even when they hurt,
    They end up bringing a great start.



    P.S.- Telling your pain is not the only way you can get rid of it. Telling your scar is not the only way you pour but opening up to a stranger is a way where you can feel better. Better than before. In this process of opening yourself, don't lose yourself, don't fake yourself for fake sympathies. After all Your emotional states are only real to you. But the marks they leave will always be shining bright. To make you shine more! We are writers, we are friends, we have families, we have bday's, we have emotions. But before everything, we are listeners! For someday when we die remembering that we saved someone else's life!


    ©anush18

    Thank You #writersbay for this challenge.
    I know that this is...

    #Flyhigh #listen #pain #stranger
    #daadigotyourback

    cosines shambolic_heart
    @jaya___) zilch__
    kehta_hai_joker @rani_shri
    @starrdust rimmi24
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    thesunshineloves @bouncy
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    gunjit_jain arpit_gautam
    sumiinked. @safflower

    *This post to all the strangers/friends I met!
    Thankyou beautiful souls once again ����*

    19.10.2020.
    This was for you J. Miss you Joker��

    #ceesreposts

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  • artistano1 27w

    ...


    When I wandered one night
    into Untoldland,
    the white hill of the moon turned on the light
    and out of nowhere she appeared
    with one her firefly friend.

    Damn man,
    she stay and smiled at me,
    the night was hot like a heater.
    - To pour honey from all the baskets
    in the world, she would be sweeter.

    Night or day, or both, silent as nightwatch
    just prettier, like a day with moonlight.
    The willows down looks like dancing,
    maybe it just occurred to me so much,
    maybe everything danced by her touch.

    It is not the moon, but milk,
    and it's not bird's milk,
    but the milk of the moon,
    she waved at me and say
    "I have to catch my firefly,
    see you soon!"

    Those who are awake will miss
    the most beautiful dream,
    Yup,
    and those who sleep will miss much more
    ... when they wake up.

    I'm just afraid
    my breathing won't disturb
    the perfect peace of the trees.
    God, how beautiful land is,
    how it is nice to be alive tonight,
    how it is nice to see you, miss Moonlight!

    All my worries,
    the beasts that have me,
    resting now down deep,
    like the anchor of a ship.

    So if is necessary
    that something happen to me,
    let it be tonight,
    and let it be
    miss Monlight...




    To Miss Moonlight
    Written by Artistano1

    #genuine_readers #daadigotyourback @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    Miss Moonlight

  • artistano1 28w

    Ten thousand days on earth,
    in space, in something
    Ten thousand nights eaten by moths,
    in turmoil, for nothing?!
    Ten thousand sleeps in a place
    that will never stop,
    and you will come one morning,
    in a small town,
    after ten thousand days,
    and I will be your friend
    and total stranger
    and it will be love that you feel,
    and it will be feel that you love,
    those ten thousand seconds,
    only we will not know it.
    I would like to share cross with you
    which I wear ten thousand faiths
    and tell you fairy tales
    on the roof of the world.
    I would like to fit into a mold
    and in other's shoes,
    and I walk other's paths.
    If only you were instead of memories,
    down the water, let me go.
    - How will you remember me if you forget me?
    It will remain your formal white dress,
    to flutters in the wind,
    ten thousand centuries.
    It will remain an abandoned railway,
    to wait some new train
    and collect dust from universe
    another ten thousand years,
    and before you fall asleep
    imagine a wish,
    and imagine the falling stars
    above us
    ten thousand nights ...




    by artistano1


    @miraquill @writersnetwork @readwriteunite #genuine_readers #writersbay #poetry #daadigotyourback #tabularasa

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    "Ten thousand"

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  • artistano1 29w

    Emotions go crazy,
    and become a threat
    for all those years that have passed
    And which will come.
    I will meet you through the ages
    and various shapes
    And I will write the most beautiful song,
    in honor of your name,
    Viviann.

    You are sitting,
    somewhere,
    with a glass in your hand
    As a passenger on the platform for oblivion.
    And like many times before
    I'm late with the words
    And a sad thought passes through me
    "I will not succeed again tonight"
    Viviann.

    Your appearance
    unlocked the locks
    of some dark rooms in my brain,
    And I hide in vain
    under the abyss
    behind the scene
    and dreamed of you with music,
    but you all are a silent,
    Viviann.

    You're everyone's story,
    Viviann,
    but only my ink is on paper.
    How sad life is to know your name,
    but don't remember your face.
    Names stay forever,
    even if we forever leave,
    even though we forever die,
    names stay forever
    your stays even longer,
    Viviann.

    I'd like to take you to Paris,
    and to conquer that city of poetry
    with a song about you.
    And bite your lip
    below the Eiffel Tower,
    And to make you sincerely smile
    in that pathetic place
    I'd like to
    holding your hand
    look into eyes
    And play you a quiet song
    Quietest, even quieter
    But not to exaggerate
    I'll just for you tonight
    bring the rain...
    Viviann.




    #genuine_readers #poetry #lovesong #Viviann #daadigotyourback @miraquill @writersnetwork @readwriteunite

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  • ann_07 60w

    Worthless words spat at my face , was it just so common in my life I thought,zephyr sweet and gentle as it is choked death out of me, hollering in grief was my hallow shining in hell,ink swaying to the beats of my scars disguised as the words that I couldn't spit,just when I thought that I was signing treaty with heaven,here I am facing penalties with demons.

    Each day passing in a blink,the vortex of delutions haunting the hues of lilac from the flowers of my garden,a farewell is not what I wanna bid but the broken pieces of my blank verses, deceiving eyes of chaos wreathed my soul, feathered at first yet harsh at last,dark patterns of smoke blurring my eyes,there she stood,my nemesis.

    Burning holes into my mind ,she spoke with such venom in her words,.
    //Who would even care about someone who is just a burden to all of their loved ones,someone who's lame and of no use,this defines you a lot//
    Stars may not shine,Sun may not be brighter but I won't be this punchbag to everyone anymore because I feel eleutheromania, when chaos distinguished in the azure sky,I stitched away the fathom of my heart that I couldn't configure long time ago ,
    //Afterall nightmares can change it's demeanour into dreams, isn't it?//

    ~ ©Annmary | 3 Dec 2020
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    @mirakee
    @writersnetwork thankyou WN for the like❤️
    #pod #daadigotyourback

    Hiii to everybody ����,soo I am writing after about 3 weeks ig,I haven't been doing this for a long time now and so I really don't know how this is going to turn out but pls do give your opinions ��
    Thankyou for the all the support ��

    And I give a special thanks to these amazing writers cause I got inspiration for these thoughts from them,sry if I disappointed u guys ����❤️ @love_whispererr @fromwitchpen @daffodilpearlzz

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  • jamzikr 60w

    Fairy night

    When the pitch black canvas is spreaded
    On sky; the moon enters the show
    Leading the stars behind
    The fireflies from the dens
    Swift aloft the lake; and glow
    It's devine light of delight.
    when the placid water starts it's
    Song of silence; the faries
    Come down from ths troposphere, while
    The zephyr frolic with their glimmering hair
    They spred their glistening wings
    And with the hum of the owls
    And whistles of the grasshoppers
    They keep mild steps on the tranquil water
    To the melody of peace
    And dance for the beat of heart

    But when you see, they vanish away
    Like the day dreams.. when awake
    Like sigh... like joy...
    They evaporate away
    ©jamzikr

  • rekhuu 62w

    If I were rain

    I would quench your desires
    I would wash away your sin
    I would heal all your scars

    (For darling though I maybe
    ephemeral and full of saudade
    I'll still purify you before I fade away)

    ©rekhuu

  • jyotikaa 75w

    All those late night talks, turned out to be fake night talks.

    ©jyotikaa
    19.08.20