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Please let me know your thoughts on words that try to paint the picture with colors of reflection, growth, and transformation.
"Planet mimicks the ballerina
wearing galaxy on her waist like a tutu
Unrelenting and ceaseless is her
movement on aery tippy toes"
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"Planet mimicks the ballerina
wearing galaxy on her waist like a tutu
Unrelenting and ceaseless is her
movement on aery tippy toes"
medium.com/scribers-noo...
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medium.com/scribers-noo...
So I take the axe of my memories and the komorembi of my recall to fight the shadows in my storyline
I pen-
spilling laughter in wine glasses, having pasta with a side of loud chatter over ... medium.com/scribers-nook/…
So I take the axe of my memories and the komorembi of my recall to fight the shadows in my storyline
I pen-
spilling laughter in wine glasses, having pasta with a side of loud chatter over ... medium.com/scribers-nook/…
'If life were a green dress, I'd gladly exchange it for another's,
to confer that the fit will stay tight, staying uncomfortable around different spaces'
'If life were a green dress, I'd gladly exchange it for another's,
to confer that the fit will stay tight, staying uncomfortable around different spaces'
#inception
#inception
The Duality of Life!! Expressed through the poem - The flamingo now published in - The Scriber's Nook
The Duality of Life!! Expressed through the poem - The flamingo now published in - The Scriber's Nook
Please let me know your thoughts on words that try to paint the picture with colors of reflection, growth, and transformation.
Please let me know your thoughts on words that try to paint the picture with colors of reflection, growth, and transformation.
of the vast sky
tinkling cups tweet to the roses
as their faint nectar fills my breaths
solemn is the brush
that paints my day
unfazed candle
mutely burns in
a wordless smoke that wraps the night
obscure like an unsaid prayer
are the moments that
I softly live in—
of the vast sky
tinkling cups tweet to the roses
as their faint nectar fills my breaths
solemn is the brush
that paints my day
unfazed candle
mutely burns in
a wordless smoke that wraps the night
obscure like an unsaid prayer
are the moments that
I softly live in—
she hands me festering remorse and souring distances and lanes“
Read “Cityscape“ by Jaswanisarika on Medium: medium.com/@jaswanisari...
she hands me festering remorse and souring distances and lanes“
Read “Cityscape“ by Jaswanisarika on Medium: medium.com/@jaswanisari...
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focused—
walking the forest of fresh page
focused—
walking the forest of fresh page