The prick of dispirit
heaved her for a new start,
altered floret to flower
in a hope to fill their heart.
She showed the world
rhapsodies of her art,
persuasion to choose
what is true to her part.

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On my way to the shrine of angel
I was fain to proceed my freedom
Danced as I fled from the town
Made my route a rhythmic ride

The sway of lonely conversations
And the wobbly notions of fear
I carried pain as a didactic song
While a flurry of leaves sheltered

Sun rendered my unresolved path
August rained on me right through
They forborne me to walk untied
I only hoped to wash my sins away.

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Happy pride month

~captioned

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shades of blue
sound of greens
hazy pink clouds
dangling browns

keeper of wind
a pirate ship
blackbird flying
thunder singing

I'm running wild

chasing one by one
nonetheless
and still at shallow
of nothingness.

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Hail of grief
cross the window
at night,
to the sound
of silence from
eons,
and to soak
my famished soul
for love.

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22.04.2022
Around Eleven.Eleven

Lost the charisma here on earth, but
the universe got the most precious star.

//Captioned//

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Crisp air tingling in face
On my way to run a race
Buildings all getting trace
Temples all in their grace
Grandma trying to brace
I'm trying to sit on my base
Wind though pull the space
Passing by beautiful vase
I'm done being on high pace
Still gonna adore more place
Until my friend may chase
Music never leaving the bass
Go girl lets dance in case.

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Little me revolves in between the circle of fan,
whenever I dance I reflect the happiest woman.

No tie-dye pattern leaves a mark for glitter,
same day everyday tastes no air but bitter.

Never knew blue and red mix to make purple,
theories are confusing, I rather be a sea turtle.

Birds might envy us for not being human,
we downhill map their path as a human.

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on my pillow

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Journey: far from home

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