You might burn your fingers, So keep out of the limits. Here, some verses are written with fire, And we dance to save the light. Touch our soil, Even when we are ashes. You can feel the heat of our lives, Years after our deaths. ...
If the days were long and night short Does the shadow of the person shrink? Of stress that the mornings bring And of the evening grime? What will happen to clock that stopped? Does that stretch the day’s hours? Clogging the sand from freely falling Into the sand...
The brightest star learnt Morse code, It said, “.. / .-.. — …- . / -.– — ..-“ And I read, Di-dit, di-dah-di-dit dah-dah-dah di-di-di-dah dit, dah-di-dah-dah dah-dah-dah di-di-dah. If you know, you know. @Emily...
Frowns on the faces, Frowns again. The question arises, ‘isn’t it a microscope?’ No, he denied, It is binocular. For sometimes, one should see oneself from afar. @Emily Parker
Tigers come with stripes. Zebras flaunt theirs too. Cheetahs have no worries, Of its bodily spots. So do brave humans, Who carry their battle marks with pride. @Emily Parker
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