Afternoon coffee_ watching the Winter raindrops mate on our glass window. white sheets and furs between the warmth of our skin. feets smuggling to Yiruma’s rhythm. The crackles of fire
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My train only likes to travel on the dark track of idleness. The passengers were never sure of their destination. They drink and merry to the wine of good times
As the earth swallows each bones freeing its enchanted soul to a still world; It may seem to you that solitude is your only convoy to keep you from life
I tried baking poetry today I took a mixing bowl and gently let 1 cup of words 4 eggs of imagination 250 ml of milky passion 1/2 teaspoon of rhetoric
That year, dirty money began to flow in. Some escaped, some tried, and some drowned. Some hated, some loved. Now these ones who loved- Their houses turned into bungalows, Garden
Do you feel overwhelmedat the sight of green fieldsAnd a blade of grassLit up like a fine emerald stone?Do your mind get lost in the sunset,And do you stand your
Will a man’s sadness ever cease? And all at once be at peace? Shall a man’s toil be worthless, When his winter is ruthless? Could a charm be
The green field stretches on to a panoramic view,The rain begins its glorious downpour on the wind’s cue,The earth breathes, and the trees dance with life in the rain,A frog
What makes the heart keep beating, And that too in rhythm so perfect? Can anyone pause the blood flowing Through the veins without any defect? Have the wise men traced
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