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I packed today A bag of memories Stars, moons, flowers. And walked down a lane Crossing through the bridges of time and leaping over summers shower
By Rana Ansar 3 years ago in Poets
Running away, haha, the best thing you could do; But the reason why you did this, Oh! I don't think she has a clue. You said," We are done";
Saw a man alone at corner weeping He looked familiar, mainly I saw him sweeping Never saw such kind hearted so lost
Black is what’s alive; black is what’s dead, Black is the beauty of what lies ahead. Black is what thy eyes shall see, Black is what thy fingers touch,
The leaves crunch under my feet All crushed and dried up; The road in front me winds long And I walk, like a lonely pup
You said my life is hay, Not worth a penny to pay! Oh, you’re right! I’m a mellow guy, and all i knew is to cry… You drew me to the thorny forest.
That dark messy hair , Those deep brown eyes ... And that cute little stare , Perfect smile accompanying your gaze That staid look with formals in casual ...
Gestures manipulated, Actions operated, Twin or twirl when told, Sing or swim when said. Dance or drown on demand, Shake the head,
I have a little grouse, That I would like to share, With my baby sister, Things are never fair. Sometimes when I am reading,
Closely entwined like the lichen, Distant like the kiss of the visible horizon; Rainbow valley of the dearest children, Tiny palms' and merry hearts' love feast.
She dreams of greatness and life. Out of fantasy, her thoughts arise. There's fire in her eyes and rage in her veins, Doubts, "Will I make it till the sunrise?"
In those tranquil waters, there often emanated and departed those twisters and swirls, out of nowhere so as to nowhere. Laterally with the swamping tides, there heaved along with some souls of varying radiances.