For a frozen call,
The shivers are too intense;
The being echoes,
And trembles in the uncouth lands,
For it sees the blues fading,
And violets bleeding,
A concept too grim;
The potrait pleas,
Against its barren clusters,
Withering against the greens,
Leaving behind,
A cacophony of gothic rains.

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Kyu kafa thi maut?
Zakhm apne sehlu phirbi khafaa thi maut.
Lavz agar chunlu toh saza thi maut,
Dhadkane bhi puche kyu khafaa thi maut?

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The purest drops of ink,
Were often, not the happy ones.

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The heart ponders,
when life
quenches
the thirst.

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Alcohol? No, thanks.

I like to be aware of my misery.

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I wish I knew before
that we walk away from life
long before we die.

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Spring Over Winter
(Poem in Caption)

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her perfume
Which lingers through
Each of my thoughts.

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I Left a House Empty
(Poem in caption)

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We long to be in Eden,

with forbidden fruits
in our hands.— % &

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