•Everytime, I bloom differently•

From the day, when I planted myself
Into a vad flower, the quiddity of aroma,
The purity of fragrance, kalopsia of nature,
I balter, I live , I love ,the beauty in the
presence of zephyrs, playing a redamancy,
I am a tristful essence of virtue
Bloomed from a sticky,muddy soil,
Nursed in slow winds
Played with the cotton plants,
As mature as the stem of tree,
As innocent as a petal.

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The short times

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And my poetic heart died

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The only relation
between perfume and
love is "fragrance only
for a limited time".

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Poets are not authors,
They don't include conclusions.

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P O E T

As a poet, i hide my identity,
I scare from being so mature,
I scare from the people, who
will find me in my poetries,
They will curse me for being
my own smile in my poems.
So i poemed a ~ goddess

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Be like me when you fall,
Curse yourself till the last teardrop,
Perform a tacenda,
Vim yourself to your future,
Regret till you have a smile,
Let yourself leave the room,
From the family dinner,
to the balcony, with lights off,
Be there, let no one to see you crying,
Keep wiping your face,
And when your sister come,
Tell her, you have a pain in your leg,
Or something striked your eyes,
Give the pain to your pillow,
Cover your eyes with the blanket,
And the next day,
Forget me, like i do.

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• Shades of mauve •

Smiles that win, the tint that glow,
She rolls herself in the caption of beauty,
A legendary personality,
A twitterpated craziness,
The creaminess in eyes,
The darkness in mascara,
Shifts her into an unknown place,
Where she is the queen,
Finding her kingdom,
Lost somewhere.

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Perfume me please,
In the scents of caelum,
I am an amorist,
Finding his way in clouds,
I am a logophile,
who wants to break the
words and rhyme them
in the no music,
I lost myself,
In the most adorable
adventure of life, wants
to make a bond, with a
Person who can give me
nothing, he is not an isolated
soul, it is inside me, crying,
Smiling to share the philia
of love philosophy which has
no therapy.

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She is a curtain,
She waves,
She heals,
She is light,
To be moved.

And

Curtains are protective,
They can save you from
the sun, can give you
Comfort, but they are
not strong.

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