She was a child
lost in the
woods.
But, one day the
stage of reams
made her
warmer than
his presence.

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They said never let go
anything waste.
So she drank the
words from the verses,
to quench her
thirst of pain.

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Your smile is like those
sea waves which people watch
in the evening, and are never
tired of staring at them.

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People make euphemism
when they fight with others;
and make poetry
when they fight with themselves.

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The soul of my soul
breathe blessed imperfections.
And that makes me feel
more than fine.

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Forever in love with nothing
but with the broken sentences,
and incomplete poems.

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Some lost things are still being
chased in the deep chambers
of our heart and intriguing
labyrinths of our mind.

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Her muse now her enemy.

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...and may be one day
all her cuts and broken
pieces will turn as
bookmarks in her
journey of life.

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The only colour which
most of us wear inside out.

//Blue

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