Whatever I see is that really,
Am I dreaming, or it's happening, actually.
When I got a chance to talk to gorgeous.
To spend a long time, to reach home late,
I appreciate destiny, say God is so great
That send a gorgeous before me at my place
It feels very weird when rarely it occurs.
If it always occurs, then normal would be my behavior.
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Like ball fall on open-hand while Fielding,
Caught and self come to know later.
then don't understand how to express.
Same as suddenly got chance beside girl breathtaking.
Then don't understand how to impress.
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God, bring again and again such gorgeous,
Again and again, make my day awesome.
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About the Creator
Manthan
loving, living, chilling, relaxing, enjoying life,.... I am full crazy and bizarre 😍🥰😜😝. I read and write poems - poetry. And in rest of time I 🤔🙄🤭🤫🥱.
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Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson2 days ago in Fiction
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