When love arrives,
it warms you slowly
with each sunrise and sunset.

When it departs,
It slithers out of your blanket
like sand in an hourglass.

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Standing by the bay,
looking at cyclones
in the eye,
is my city.

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If miracles had another name,
They would be called Stephen Hawking.


If the universe had another name,
It would be Stephen Hawking.

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White isn’t the color of peace.

Lilac is.

Where a blue sea meets a crimson sun
across tides clashing white birthing the moon.

Like bruises which turn blue to blood red
when bound in white gauze.

Like grief kissing anger goodbye
when it lays clear chrysanthemums on the dead.

Like an odd concoction of milk, tears and blood
tasting sweet.

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-Lavanya

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- Lavanya

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firm and for long.

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It's funny how we
intertwine our fragile little fingers
and burden them with a promise.

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Clouds and humans
have one thing in common.
They look a lot happier
when not weighed down
by expectations.

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And they have fallen on deaf ears for long enough to finally pierce through them.

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