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I am made of poetry
A little of metaphors
Talking about the moon
Sometimes the sun
But mostly stars
A little of rhymes
And sometimes wines
But mostly raw
I am made of poetry
A little of you
A little of them
But mostly me.
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galaxies have fallen from her eyes
she has cried the stars.
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landscape 87w
I am afraid of screaming in silence and then waking up.
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In evenings she basks
her scars in sunset
Wrapped up in soothing winds
miracle of nature heals
She dances aimlessly
Embracing every move
with grace
As the ryhthm of hope plays in her ears
Profoundly over the edges she walk
Tripping, hurting yet
Never stops.
Grey clouds, yet she dare to paint them
with vivid colours
As birds return to home
she longs for family
lost in Civil War as
she is fated forlorn
sky being her only
constant fills every void with a desire to survive.
// Nature :a miracle kintsugi//
-blue.synchronicity
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@mirakee
@_aesthete_ @laus_deo// Nature :a miracle kintsugi//
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She's a lost star in universe
Abandoned and falling apart.
Broken, hiding her scars
But who cares.
Known but unknown,
Her eyes tryna hide the reality.
She's a shooting star
Broken yet pleasing for many. -
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You are a religion
wearing the skin
of one thousand sins
deity by day
mortal at night
an insignia of tolerance
where words are few
and silence leads the way
darkness is a mirage
as you waltz
past the light.
- Avitaj -
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