Some dreams

Dreams doesn’t have to resideup in the clouds.It could be in smiles or pictures,in tinkling of wind chimes, or guffawing…

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“There’s always some madness in Love”

And when the great souls die,they die of diminishing prideand a meek voice after being unheard for years.They die of…

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Language of love

Language of love is so loud.But you are fashioned to hear only words.

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Sins of not writing

The blank pages are my sin.Bookshelves my cemeteryand poetry, the way I die.

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When I’m older

I sit down to carve the most intricate lines my paper had ever felt. I follow and follow the long…

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