" It gets dark early; you know your shadow
won't betray. But mind does, then it's sunshine hidden in darker clouds. "

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A cup of coffee takes you places,
"strong and Irish".

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There was fire over mattle,
then a fine ash losing shape.
Few lines I then write,
an ode to those ash.
Then permissible thus,
value tough times.

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loved one's are afar
like strangers o so near.

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Dear April,
Don't be pre May,
be pre Monsoons.

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"Notebook Rains".




a writer can imagine on that que.

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The truth written and kept,
for thoughts.

Yes, I choose to say nothing,
yet for thoughts, I did write it.

I wish I said but I wasn't,
for thoughts, your reality is seperate.

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I sit still in thoughts,
sip a hot cup of coffee.
Funny being the thought,
shall I write about or laugh about.

For thoughts make me laugh,
all the memories a hot cup brings.
That spill beans in the yonder closet,
shall I write about or laugh about.

The days little by little waiting to grow,
sipping a light cup of coffee felt adulthood.
Though none of memories were in vain,
shall I write about or laugh about.

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tell me how many pieces you stitched.

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blossoms keep awake
in slumber less dreams.

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