Dorothy Mukhopadhyay   (Dorothy)
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Joined 3 February 2021


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Joined 3 February 2021

June passed away on the path to today,
A feeling of a loss too heavy to bear
Peace on earth or the broken dreams,
What could I wish for, beyond sunshine and stars.
Plodding through puddles, the rain will bear,
The rainbow hues in a lazy hour.
The drizzle and the grey in a mismatched hue
The fading blooms in the morning dew.

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What is me and what is you,
In the fleeting moments nothing is true,
And is a longing for something new.

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The life I love and wish to live,
A hundred years or more to give
May death be but a springy feat.

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and has more to give

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Rain is a song for the day to be
And I wonder if I will ever get to sing it better.
The lyrics of my life and the way it was once,
Through it I will remain, until the final verse.

Rain is a song, and beautiful to hear,
Wind comes along to bring a sense of cheer.
Mosses and greens in the drenching heat,
The branches on the rooftops on a rhythmic beat.
Nothing clings when the raindrops fall,
Sorrows and tears on a chime of hope.

Rain is a song that makes us sing
Pitter and patter, happiness it brings.

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27 JUN AT 18:29

Heaven or hell nothing much,
Life feels long at its quietest time.

Do or don’t, it’s your choice to make
A day off, not a job to pay.

Overgrown moments come to mind,
Memories, not the forever kind.

Butterflies are everywhere, but not the ones I remember.

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27 JUN AT 18:02

1/ My first day at school felt surrealistic to me as I was in the same classroom I occupied as a student.
2/ Before calling out the names, I glanced at the register and saw a name that send a chill vibe through my head, it was the name of a boy who was my class friend too, reported dead in a tragic accident.
3/ As I called the name, the namesake looked up from the same desk, his eyes staring at me.

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23 JUN AT 14:22

In the end we only regret,
Of the roads not taken, and the blooms not met
Not of the land that gave us birth
Or the heart that perished in the mirth,
We march on blind, useless to the cause,
Disappointments and dilemmas slipping in as follies.

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23 JUN AT 13:57

When the sun sets, it overlooks the dirt on the floor,
Seeing instead the dusk that cloaks the snow.
The moon arrives, yet to what end?
All seems eager, eager to hide.

Somewhere silence sits, but to what avail?
Chaos steps in, eager to tip.

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18 JUN AT 16:12

Love is, but
A leaf, off
Old ages charm.

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