Each day is a delusion,
my words and poem a levitating hue of cry.
The modal of life explained in a Polaroid,
i might die writing this last piece,
softly, like autumn i shall moult,
into a panorama of white skin
hanging loose, pale parchment paper.
a breathless wildflower of atoms falling.
a cold sliver slap of time,
i sense darkness, in a pool of parched lips,
eyes shut, heart shut
limbs shut, mind shut.
and there i am
a wallowing question of an existence,
kneading a rope of knot
Once again, i walk in portions,
an adamant sustenance of life..
Damn. This is relatable in every way❤️ You weave magic into emotions.
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Thank you S.🌸
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Dark write, keep blogging beautifully…stay blessed with positive aura of beauty of mind… cheers 💐
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For a moment i stunned with title however its a verse wrapped in beauty like always.📝👌😊
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Aww, thank you bro.
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Welcome Sister!😇
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I love love love your writing
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❤️❤️❤️
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Wow❣️❣️❣️
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Thank you 🌸
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Nice poem valiant
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Thank you so much
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A beautiful verse swathed in a majestic translation of another verse…This is beautiful.You never cease to pique my interest with ur writing “my waliant soul”
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Excellent 👏
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,🙏🙏
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Your poem kept getting increasingly gorgeous and the ending simply stunning! It felt a familiar feeling to read and very deep.
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Thank you my sweet friend.
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“Each day is a delusion,
my words and poem a levitating hue of cry” woww devika…comparison of crying with levitating is marvelous..I missed this metaphors💜💜💜💜💜💜.”The modal of life explained in a Polaroid,
i might die writing this last piece,
softly, like autumn i shall moult,
into a panorama of white skin
hanging loose, pale parchment paper” simple lines..with deep meaning telling the depth of distress panorama of white skin,hanging lose telling that you are tired of all..well done here👏👏👏.”a breathless wildflower of atoms falling.
a cold sliver slap of time,
i sense darkness, in a pool of parched lips,
eyes shut, heart shut
limbs shut, mind shut” wildflower of atoms..one beautiful kine I adored here👌👌👌👌 ..lovely paragraph depicting how the person is dying slowly…”and there i am
a wallowing question of an existence,
kneading a rope of knot
Once again, i walk in portions,
an adamant sustenance of life”Woww..wallowing is one beautiful expression,walk in portions of adamant sustenance is another thing..overall I liked this whole paragraph and whole piece…whenever I read your poems I get lot of high and inspiration from the way you write these..keep inspiring us💟💟💟💟💟💟
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That’s quite the last verse! Now begin again.
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Yeah.
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Yeah.
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