Where does it go?
Your unspoken word of lust,
an ensemble of parched dancing words,
Do you let them run?
Or do you absorb the guilt, like a sponge?
Harvest the other sides of pixie lawn now,
Run… run along the shores
embossing a pain onto the sand.
Among the stars is a paper flower blooming,
with a binomial tongue to speak.
The star and the earth do not suffice your sparkle.
Pelican featured sunset glows.
Slurp and slurp.
The agony hides behind the crevices of teeth.
Churn your fear like a betel leaf,
Take a flight,
Like the bunch of sun-kissed memories.
Your poem is mesmerising 👏👏👍
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I am grateful:)
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I really enjoy your writing Val. Exceptional piece
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Means a lot:)
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Always my pleasure
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Beautiful
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Thank you Ravindra.
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My pleasure always..
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Those words are like life written on papers ❤
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Thank you, kind soul.
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We often transform our pain into other forms of art. Art is cathartic, art is therapeutic. Loved it., D
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Thank you beautiful.
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Aww its high praise coming from someone who is so gorgeous.
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