Tag: poetry
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Home is the destination I look forward to after a very long day. Home is where I know exactly when the sun’s rays would peak into my eyes early in the morning. Home is where I get the perfect cup of coffee at the ideal temperature. Home is where there is always love and kindness…
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The longer I waited, the bigger the barrier became. Life is always going to be uncertain, so might as well take the risk by doing the things that we want. Even if it doesn’t come out the best, it can always be improved.
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Red, blue, yellow, and green the colors that are ought to be seen. Then there is black and white creating a difference between the dull and the bright. The white, however pure it may seem there is always a stain to bear. The black, however strong it may seem there is always a feeling of…
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Late at nightwanting to screamabout the magic I witnessedamidst the mess, deep inside the gravelto be dumb, after seeingthe impossible becoming realthere I stood realizinghow it feelsto be a sun in the night sky.Not real;Never seen;Cannot be understood.
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It’s four o’clock on a Sunday afternoon in November.I sat beside my window, kept ajar just to glare at the empty road with mounds and potholes. The road was coved with dried leaves spread sparingly.Leaves from the same tree, littering one by one – no more, no less.I couldn’t help but notice how much it…
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there was a night this weekthe world just got a bit too muchlost everything I feared losingbut without realizingI created space for new things,things that matter the mostthings that can make me invinciblethings that I can let go of.breath easy love,Things come and go on their own.
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Yours Lovingly 