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Dark days AndLesson learntIWish I come back homeStay safeIn your arms©nivu_13
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I sit byAnd Listen To All her False warmth©nivu_13
Exhausted By the home That kept me aliveIn dark,NowIFinally seeThe sun Smiling at me Today©nivu_13
WhenI am HighOn my thoughts,I have no place to goButTo hide in you arms©nivu_13
You robbed My peace of nightAnd I screamed verses In my dream©nivu_13
And thenI understoodThe beauty Of tearsIs more Than skin deep©nivu_13
There are days I watch you sleepFlirting with darknessJust to hearYou mumble my nameAndSee your smile Spread across Your lips©nivu_13
You are the skyfallTo my deep blue seaFull of love,We breatheWith same colourAnd Feel the waves of breeze ©nivu_13
MaybeI wishThe fear And guilt Could justVanishIn theBreath of fresh air©nivu_13
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Should I wake up?
You taught meTo be upBefore dawnButHere I amStruggling To differentiateBetween My dreamAndDesire©nivu_13
Tell me if you've read this somewhere so I can take this down..
Every soul has a fire within Every other one will try to burn you inEvery second you have a chance to turn and rise.Let’s believe it’s all within
Hug me tight till we become one
And again, I’m switching apps, writing words I can’t type in our chat. ©cold_akhil
When I was in a dark room you held my hand took me to the lighted room where I realised it isn’t the light I was missing,it’s you my sunshine.
Let’s be S park I nside you M agnificently P roject your L ifestyle E xclusively
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Compose a short poem starting with: I wish we could live as the
I wish we could live as the flowers live,
To breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun;
To slumber and sway in the heart of the night,
And to die when our glory had done.
I wish we could love as the bees love,
To rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh;
With laughter, when, after the wooer had won,
Love flew with a whispered good-bye.
I wish we could die as the birds die,
To fly and to fall when our beauty was best:
No trammels of time on the years of our face;
And to leave but an empty nest.
- Dora Sigerson Shorter
Hope croons most sublime musicDoes your heart feel it?Can you hear?©monikakapur