There is likelihood, Of mistaking passion fruit for Guava. Make sure the tree is yours, Give support, Even if it’s planted in someone else’s garden, By you. @Emily Parker
Fading away in the time cycles, Long forgotten yet still dearer, An image of my younger self, Exists within deep pockets of a tattered purse. Thank you for holding on together, Taking me to an old period, Of memories I cut from my soul, With a ribs bone I sharpened to...
The mane of marigold hues falls on earth, Tinting life with joy and jauntiness. Not for once the source shows its face, Shying away from the mainstream. How would it be, If it is a mortal? Everyday reminding dependants Of their powerlessness. Four-leaved clover, Glad!...
The bird Strange having no colored wings, Ecstatically flew far and wide, Spacing out in his own paradise, Not knowing he was born blind. In a trice, The sky changed, Light-filled in delightfully, Exposing the colors on his...
Solitude bakes an artisan’s edibles, Knowing his soul’s rumbles. Hollowing out the brain’s cells sometimes, Petting him severely. In another world, Fancier than reality, Seclusion sets up a studio, Where none distorts his quietude. ...
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